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So Lydia's best friend died while trying to save Stiles from the Nogitsune- an evil spirit that possessed Stiles. Lydia's old boyfriend Aiden died trying to save him too.
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By the way, this and the following chapters 1-5 or so are pretty bad, because I wrote them a long time ago 😂 SO PLZ DO NOT STOP READING IT BECAUSE I KNOW THE FIRST FEW ARE TERRIBLE
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Lydia's POV:
I stand beside Scott and Stiles as we hold the funeral of Allison. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as her dad gives a beautiful speech about his daughter.
When he closes, it is time to do the thing I fear most- to bury her. I loved her as a sister, and to see her be put beneath the earth is a terrible thing to me.
We gather around the hole and I can't contain my tears anymore. They flow in floods down my cheeks. I'm embarrassed and I don't even know why, it's natural for this to happen. I try to wipe away my tears when I see Stiles looking at me worryingly.
"Come here," he says as he pulls me into his shirt. I cry for what feels like an eternity when I feel that people are starting to leave.
"I.. I mean we s-should probably g-go now," I say between sobs.
"Let me drive you home." Stiles gestures to his car- a beat up old jeep. I nod, because I know that Scott will be here for a while and I can't be here much longer or I might burst.
He opens the door for me and then gets in the car himself. He starts it, and I try to pull myself together.
" I'm sorry Lydia, I know this is hard on you. And I feel like I should be the one 6 feet under, not Allison or Aiden."
I still feel bad for Stiles, this whole Nogitsune thing is just terrible. And the worst part is that the guilt is literally eating away at him as each day passes. I can never really see the same Stiles anymore, except for when he does his usual puns and sarcasm.
" Stiles, please. Stop. You know it wasn't your fault, it wasn't even you! It was someone
else using you against your will. "
" I know, but it still feels like it was me. I remember every single thing I did. And I will never be able to take it back. "
We drive in silence until we reach my house.
"Hey, um thanks for driving me home."
"No problem." A smile so genuine slides onto his face. I wish I could see Stiles this way more often.
I walk into my house, and grab an apple. Tomorrow is Monday, so I should go to school. But do I want to? Will I look traumatized or something?