For people memories come and go. Most of the memories that left were good ones. Somehow the bad always stayed with a person. Y/N had one terrible memory. It had no chance of fading or being lost somewhere inside her head. For the aftermath of the memory left her in such a terrible place, that it made a permanent scar on her heart.
Y/N remembered the day she lost Stiles Stilinski. It may have been better if they just broke up. At least he would still be here. Y/N was strong. She always had been. Being a teenager in a supernatural world was always going to end with tragedy. Y/N knew that from the start, but she didn't admit it to herself until she lost Stiles. Until Stiles died.
Stiles and Y/N were practically joined at the hip. They started out as childhood best friends that eventually grew into something more. Something more beautiful. It was a kind of relationship meant for the pages of a novel or movie screens, it seemed like a fairy tale. Their relationship was something so beautiful and unreal that it was rare. They loved one another more then they could fathom into words or actions. That only made losing him worse.
Losing Stiles was like a piece of herself. Y/N had nightmares for months, all about Stiles and how she found his body. She would have to scream herself awake every night. Each night she hoped Stiles would be there to hold her and tell her it was all just a bad dream, that he was okay. Y/N just wanted to keep calling his name until he came back home. Then reality would hit her at four o'clock in the morning and she remembered that he was gone. And he wasn't coming back.
Weeks of these these terrible encounters turned into months and months eventually became a year. When Stiles died, Y/N didn't dare stay in Beacon Hills. Right after his funeral, Y/N fled Beacon Hills and moved to Italy, hoping a change of scenery could save her. Each day she thought of Beacon Hills and all the people she'd left behind. Scott, Lydia, Malia. She left them all and didn't even say goodbye. Y/N cut off all ties with them and she hated herself for it. But being with them reminded her of him.
After a year of staying from that small supernatural town, she knew she had to go back. It just felt like it was time. It was time to see her parents, her friends, Stiles' father. She owed them an explanation. Over the next few weeks, she booked a trip to Beacon Hills. She made reservations at a hotel and used some money in her bank account to fly herself out to California. Y/N didn't have the phone numbers of anyone she'd been friends with so she didn't know how to reach them, which meant she wouldn't be telling anyone of her arrival.
The only phone number she knew was Stiles'. She knew it by heart. Y/N had to get a new phone many times because it was always broken after a supernatural encounter so she'd use a payphone to call Stiles. She hadn't called it since that day. The day he... died. Granted, she thought of it many times, but she never called it. When the day came for her to go to Beacon Hills, she did call the number. She just wanted to know if it was out of service.
Picking up her phone, she dialed the phone number she would forever remember. 555-6208. She held the phone up to her ear and she took a deep breath. It rang a few times, until the voicemail came.
Y/N's eyes watered as she heard his angelic voice. "Hey, it's Stiles! Sorry I couldn't get to the phone, my wonderful girlfriend had my full attention so I didn't hear the ring. I'll get back to you later!" And then it was cut off. Slowly lowering the the phone from her ear, tears rolled from her eyes. She hadn't physically heard his voice in so long, but sometimes she could still hear it in her head.
It was finally time for Y/N to leave her small apartment and go to the airport so she could make her way back to Beacon Hills. A year ago, Y/N would've said home. But to her, Beacon Hills was not home anymore. No house could ever be home, no town could ever be home. Her home was Stiles and it would always remain that way.
