Hey guys! I'm back from the dead. Over a year I've been gone now so excuse the rusty writing skills.
Anyway. This is just a short drabble to get me back into the writing phase. Also to ease my way into Teen Wolf. It was inspired by the Skillet song, Lucy and I urge you to go and listen to it. I also urge you to think of it from Boyd's point of view and replace Lucy with Erica. Then enjoy the tears.
The fallen leaves of autumn crunched underneath tan boots as Boyd made his way though the clearing. He was deep into the Hale woods, carrying a dozen roses in his arms. They were fully bloomed and the petals were a deep red.
In the middle of a clearing was a large stone. It was barely visible through the dead leaves covering it. Kneeling in front of the rock, Boyd brushed the leaves away with his free hand.
"Hey Erica," his voice broke as the corner of his mouth twitched up into a sad smile.
It has been two weeks since he and Cora were rescued. It has been a week and a half since he, Derek, and Isaac had buried her. Isaac's sent still filled the area but Derek's has long since faded. This was the first time Boyd had worked up the courage to visit.
It had been a long two weeks. He started going back to school but avoided everyone he could. The school board are making him visit the counselor there once a week. He blew it off this week. Probably would continue doing so. No normal person could help with this.
Derek had all but disappeared, hiding away in the loft with his sister and creepy uncle. Boyd guessed it didn't really matter. Derek had stopped being an alpha long before he and Erica had chosen to run.
Isaac had spent more time with Scott than his old pack mate. Boyd wasn't even sure if they were still pack anymore. Isaac had found a new pack and Boyd couldn't blame him.
Boyd laid the roses in front of the grave and then moved to sit beside the stone, smiling down at it. "You know, it's still just us girl." It has always been just them. Sure there was Isaac too, but after the rave even he started gravitating away. "Always just us."
He regretted their choice to leave every day. If he had stood up against Erica's whims just this once, she might still be alive. Their pack would still be intact. Sure it would be a little unstable, but what family wasn't?
"I know you never liked the whole roses cliché, but I felt it was appropriate," He looked away, towards the sky. "I just wish I could be giving them to you in person, you know?"
He really just wanted her back. He never got to tell her. He was waiting until they found a better pack. Then he was waiting until they were saved. God does he wish he hadn't.
They should be siting on the couch of Derek's loft, cuddling as they watched a movie, the rest of the pack surrounding them. They should be walking through school, heads held high and hands clasped together. It shouldn't be Boyd alone, sitting on the cold ground beside an unmarked grave containing the girl he loved.
"I'm so sorry, Erica." He whispered as the tears finally began to fall. He sat beside her grave for hours, wishing only to be able to hold her.