Context: based off of Where's My Love by SYML
He felt the winter air deep inside him long before the year had even reached November, his hoodie doing nothing to fight off the chill. Without her presence, it seemed even colder. He didn't know where she was. Hell, no one ever knew where she was now a days. But he did know two things: one, he needed to find her and two, she needed help. No matter what she tried to convince him of, he knew she wasn't okay. She liked to run away disappear, try and solve her problems by herself and then she liked to come back and act brave, as if this whole supernatural realm didn't affect her.
What Lydia didn't understand is that her and Stiles were the same on so many levels. Does she know that we bleed the same?
They didn't have claws or fangs and though she wasn't entirely human as he was, she was the closest thing he had to reality. So she never wanted to show her weakness. But she wasn't always as tough as she wanted them to believe she was. Don't want to cry but I break that way.