Lydia
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I sat in the chair, Stiles unconsciously propped up next to me. It had been days since I had spoken to him, and months since he had been normal, since he knew who I really was. Still, I'd prefer him not know who I am to this. This... Staring at him as he doesn't move, is worse than anything.
Scott stood behind the two of us. Chase started to walk towards my side, but Deaton spoke.
"Chase, you're in charge of watching your brother. I'll watch the two of them." Deaton said. He looked at Scott and then at me.
"Lydia... We don't know how long you'll be in his head, and we also don't know what you're going to be faced with, or what the outcome could be. You could both come out completely fine... But normally things like this come with a consequence. Are you sure you want to do this?..." Deaton asked. I blinked before looking at Stiles.
No awkward or clumsy movements, no sarcastic comments, no honey brown eyes. That's what I would lose if I decided not to risk my own life. No more tracing the lines on the palms of his hands, no more restless nights where we'd talk till we fell asleep, no more eyelashes that look so long that they could tangle, but never do. No more looking at his cutely spread out moles or listening to his raspy sweet "I love you", spoken in the middle of the night or the middle of the day or the middle of anywhere.
No more Stiles.
Could I give up? Could I throw all that away, just to save myself from the risk of losing my life?
No. I couldn't. Because what's the point of living without him?
I turned back to Deaton. "Im sure." I said. Deaton paused and then nodded, looking up at Scott, then back to me.
"Scott won't be with you this time. It was easy for him to go with you when you were both separate but... You're connected. For him to go in with you he'd have to break the bond, and he can't. The only advise I have for you is to make it to Stiles and save him. It's not much but... It's all I have." Deaton says. I nod and sigh, leaning back into the chair.
"Ready?" Scott says.
I glance towards Chase and he gives me a nervous look, but I quickly look away.
"Ready." I say.
He sinks his nails into my neck, and I gasp in pain before going unconscious.
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I was walking once again, dressed in all white. The white dress that I was wearing matched the white abyss that surrounded me. All sides were surrounded by white, nothing in front or behind me.
I walked for what seemed like ages, yet my feet didn't hurt. I couldn't describe the temperature of the room or the lighting because it didn't seem to really have any. I was just... There. Existing. The only thing I could explain was the feeling I had... The completely neutral feeling that I had. I wasn't sad, or happy. I was just walking. Walking on and on and on.
And then, in the distance, I saw him. He was there, his back to me. I started to slowly walk towards him.
"Stiles?..." I said.
This time he slowly started to turn around, finally seeing me.
"Lydia?... What're you doing here?" He said. I started to run towards him, and he did the same. But for some reason, we couldn't make it to each other. We were stuck, in an endless running cycle. We couldn't be together.
I stopped running, and eventually Stiles did too. "Lydia... What's going on? I've been stuck here- where are we." Stiles said. I blinked and looked around.
"You're dreaming, and we have to get out. We have to get to each other or you'll never wake up and we'll be stuck here." I said. For some reason, he didn't question it, and I didn't question the odd surroundings. In a dream, you don't really notice how unrealistic things get to be. We both just started to run, to get to each other, and to look for a way out.
I finally noticed the red string, tied around my waist, the rest of the string leading off behind me into the white abyss. Looking across at Stiles, I noticed he had it too.
It was holding us back... With it- we couldn't make it to each other. And like Deaton said, I have to make it to Stiles to save him.
But the string... What could it mean? Could it possibly be...
"Stiles... I know how we can get to each other. I know how we can get out of here." I said. He looked at me, stopping his failed attempts at running towards me.
"What is it?" He asked.
I blinked and pursed my lips, not wanting to say it.
"We... We have to cut the red sting. And then we won't be held back anymore, then we can make it to each other." I said. Stiles nodded quickly and started his work on the string, trying to tear it in two.
"But... The red string is the tether. If we cut the string we... We have to stop the tether. That could also mean it's like it never existed, or it would be just like when we were dying with the Doctor, when he cut the tether." I said.
He stopped completely, slowly looking up.
"The tether... We'd have to cut the tether?"
We both looked at each other, as the stings looked like they were just about to tear. Stiles looked at me, fear clear in his eyes. He gave me a weak smile, before speaking.
"I'll see you when we wake." He said, his voice cracking slightly. He was nervous, and I didn't realize till that moment that I was too.
I looked down at my hands, shaking from nervousness. As soon as we tore these strings and ran to the center to hold each other, as soon as that happened, our fate would be sealed.
The tether would be broken, there was no other option. But we would either both get out okay, or we would be victims to the tether breaking.
Stiles spoke again, his voice a bit stronger this time.
"You don't have to do this Lydia. You can stop, you can wake up. You can be okay, without me. You just have to wake up." He said.
I glanced up towards him. I could do it. I could wake up and I would be okay. I wouldn't have the possibility of death looming over my head. But... I wouldn't want to. Not without him, not without Stiles.
"On the count of three." I said, holding the string in between my two hands.
Stiles stared at me for a few more seconds, before sighing.
"You have to be out of your mind to do this. You could live without me if you just woke up." He said. I blinked and shook my head.
"It's all or nothing. I'm not going back and living without you. You're out of your mind if you think I'd ever leave you here." I said before shaking my head.
"On the count of three." I repeated, staring at Stiles and nodding.
Stiles once again stared at me for a bit before sighing, nodding, and holding the string between his hands. I began to count.
"One... Two..."
And in that last second, we stared at each other, not knowing what would happen next, not knowing if we would even live, but knowing that it wouldn't matter. We were in too deep to go back, too close to the end to have second thoughts.
Stiles, the boy who I was madly, deeply in love with, something I never actually brought to words. The boy who I was so attached to. He looked me straight in the eyes and said "I love you, Lydia Martin."
I couldn't say it back, I refused to say it back. It felt too much like a good bye, like a phrase someone would say right before they met their demise. He loved me, I loved him, and he knew that. I wasn't saying good bye yet. So instead, I said, "Three".
And we both tore our threads in half.
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END OF BOOK ONE
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