Bend The Rules , Stiles Stilinski ² ✓

[ 12 ] the ledge

This wasn't the wolfsbane—this really was just her.

"It'll be better off this way, Stiles..." she said softly, looking down at the ground beneath her, where they stood ten stories above the ground.

"Asp, listen to me!" Stiles' voice was no longer an attempt to be calming, he was scared to death of what was unravelling.

The girl he loved—the girl he'd grown up with, the girl who had been by his side forever, the girl who loved him even when he didn't deserve it, the girl he had fallen so hard for he didn't think this type of love was possible—wanted to end it all.

"No!" Aspen cried, "I can't let you talk me out of this! This will save you!"

"What are you talking about?!" Stiles cried, not even hesitating before joining her on that ledge.

"Stiles—get down!" she objected his presence, looking down at his feet that were now less than a meter from hers.

"Not until you do!" Stiles countered, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"Stiles get down from this ledge right now before you hurt yourself!" Aspen cried, longingly and beggingly staring into his hazel, honey-specked irises though her tear-brimmed ones.

"Aspen talk to me! Please !" Stiles begged with desperation.

He knew Aspen Carter better than he knew himself—she had a rough life, he knew that, and boy did he wish there was something he could do to give her the perfect life she deserved. But not once has she ever expressed thoughts like this—suicidal thoughts.

If he found out she had been like this for a long time without him knowing about it—he'd never forgive himself.

"There's only so many ways this can go!" Aspen began to reveal, "I can't live without you, and I can't let you die!"

Stiles couldn't control the salty tears that streamed, he couldn't comprehend the fact that Aspen really wanted to do this—she wanted to take her life.

"Aspen, please," he whispered, "Tell me what's going on..."

"You wanna know?" she said through her cries, "You really wanna know?"

"Of course I do!"

"Deucalion's my dad! "

A brief, but deafening silence washed over the couple, as Stiles tried to digest the words. He knew she was adopted, but he never would've guessed that her biological father was someone so cruel—Aspen had a heart of gold, after all.

But the revelation didn't make him see her any different like she feared it would.

"He- he's m-my dad... and he—he and Ace... they're making me leave town with them—"

"Can we please talk about this when we're not stood on a ledge?" Stiles whispered desperately, even trying to reach his hand out towards her so she could hold onto it while they got themselves to safety.

But getting off of this ledge was not in Aspen's agenda for the night.

"I can't!" she objected, sniffling her tears, "Because then you'll talk me out of this, and I can't let you do that!"

"I don't understa—"

"If I don't leave with them... they'll kill you." Aspen finally revealed to him, as they both swallowed lumps in their throats as they got lost in each other's eyes, their eyes that were glossed over.

"Asp, this?" Stiles said, gesturing around them—the two of them stood at the ledge of a rooftop, "This is not the answer..."

"What don't you get?" she cried, breaking their eye contact, and looking out into the distance, "I can't leave with them! They'll turn me into someone I won't even recognise anymore—exactly like what happened to Ace. But if they don't get their way, they'll kill you. I can't have your blood on my hands, Stiles! So this?" said Aspen, gesturing her hands around her situation, "This is the only way out!"