Bodytalk - A Stalia Fanfiction

Chapter 1

He's laying in bed, one hand under his head, other one somewhere between his aching heart and his abdomen.

He just can't find any sleep.
He's barely able to find sleep anymore.

He turns around, facing his open window.
A cold breeze makes him shiver.

He wishes she would come through that window like she used to, snuggling up to him.
She'd lay at his chest and he'd kiss the top of her head while she falls asleep slowly.

Or they'd spoon and he'd wrap his arms around her closely, protectively, not wanting her to leave ever again.

He sighs.

Why was he so dumb? Why has he been so freaking dumb?

What was he thinking when he left her car with the words "but it matters to me"?

She literally had just told him that she loved him no matter what, and he, he pushed her away, leaving her alone in the car, seeing how she teared up.

He didn't want to admit his weakness and desperation, that was the reason he left.
"What a fucking stupid reason." He thinks now.

He had looked out the window of the police station and he had noticed her car was still there.

He had seen her leaning against the steering wheel - her arms crossed above it, her head laying onto it.
She definitely cried.

She sobbed her heart out and he wanted to go back to her, wanted to wrap his arms around her, wanted to keep her safe, wanted to apologize for being such a jerk, wanted to cup her beautiful face and kiss her tears away, tell her that everything is going to be alright.

But he didn't.

Stubborn, the way he is, he stayed where he was - letting his girlfriend sob in her car because of him.

"I'm a fucking asshole."
He thinks as he turns around again.

He understands why she doesn't talk to him anymore.
He would probably do the same.

She has a lot going on with the desert wolf lately, too.
She has been sneaking around town.

A few days ago, at the lacrosse game, Malia disconnected some wires because some radiated extra hurtful frequencies for supernatural creatures.

That was when the Desert Wolf came up, grabbing her leg and pulling her down from one of the vans.

He immediately ran up to her when he saw her falling, didn't care about the fact that he was stopping the game as he ran straight over the field but it was too late when he arrived.

She was already unconscious, her thigh had a deep cut and her ankle was twisted in a very, very wrong way.

He took her head in his lap, stroking her hair and talking to her til the ambulance came and they took her away.

"Mal, baby, it's okay. You're going to be alright. I'm here." He kisses her forehead.
"We'll find that bitch sooner or later and she'll pay for hurting my girl. Promise."
He squeezes her hand softly and the ambulance man enters his sight.

He hasn't seen her again since then.
Melissa told him that she's sleeping much but he guesses that she just doesn't want to see him.

If she only knew how much he still cares about her, how much he's hurting.

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Hello guys, it's me again!!

mrstilesobrien inspired me for this & it'll be my kind of Season 5B/6 Stalia so we'll see where this goes!

Tell me if you want me to continue!💘