Author's Note: A new story I'm trying to write that will be somewhat canon to the events of season three. This is the first chapter just a little bit before season three begins to give you an idea of the character's head a little bit. And obviously it won't be completely canon because if the pairing isn't then it will be a bit off but other than that it should be similar. Please let me know what you think so far and what you want to see happen. And don't worry there shall be Stydia to come, promise. Also please ignore it's stupidity, my brain is just not working how I want right now and its seems nothing is coming out right how I want it so please forgive me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf.
She promised herself that she wouldn't tell anyone, even if they asked. It almost felt like a weakness to admit, in reality it was probably a strength. She would never admit to anyone that relief was probably what she felt the most at this moment. Yes she loved him, and he was a good man deep down and she was probably one of the few people that got to see that side of him. But to most people he just came off as rude, entitled, expectant, selfish, and many other adjectives that generally had a negative connotation. So as much as she loved him and cared about him, she was a little excited he was leaving. She knew she shouldn't be because it wasn't like he was going on vacation, he was moving halfway across the world. It felt like she was pushing him out the door, she just hoped that her future self wouldn't be mad for not cherishing time. But she was ready. Ready to have a weight lifted off of her shoulder, and ready to have freewill again.
"Take care of yourself." She mumbled robotically into his ear as she stood outside of the front of the nearest airport. To onlookers and to him it probably looked like a heartfelt goodbye but she felt absent, just like she was going through the motions.
"You too, stay safe. Seriously, if you need me, I'll be back here as soon as I can." He told her. She felt so empty about it, and guilty that she didn't feel guilty about his departure. He loved her more now than he probably ever had but she just didn't feel anything anymore. His arms were still wrapped around her in such a loving way, it made her sick to be excited.
"Alright, I'll remember that." She forced a small laugh; Beacon Hills was going to be a little bit scarier with no one there to protect her unconditionally.
"Well I guess this is it..." He said letting go of the hug and grabbing her by the arms so he could look at her straight on.
"I guess it is. Well…goodbye Jackson." Before she could comprehend what she was really saying, he grabbed the side of her face and kissed her passionately. She let him and only put in enough effort to make it seem like she meant the action.
"Goodbye Lyd." She cringed at him calling her that. He began walking towards the doors in a backwards fashion and waving. "I love you!" He called out before entering the building with his bags in tow. Luckily he was inside and hopefully he didn't see her not respond with the same words.
She turned on her heel and strolled over to the driver's side of her car. After starting the car she pulled down the sun visor and looked in the small mirror and looked herself over. She looked different to herself. She looked like a girl who wasn't stressed and tired all the time. She knew she wouldn't have to keep up with a high maintenance boyfriend who turned into a wolf anymore. Lydia Martin was single again and she finally felt like herself for the first time in a few months. She had been with Jackson so long she wondered what it would be like to be with someone else, it excited her. She was glad she ended things in an amicable way; she knew he still loved her. She loved him too, but just not in the same way. Lydia was just happy to be herself. Lydia Martin felt free.