Hey all, just another bunch of one-shots I felt the need to write down
Lydia Martin was the CEO of the biggest fashion company in all of the United States. She had everything. A big name, a nice house, a good group of friends and lots of popularity. But she had one regret, one she screwed up back in Beacon Hills.
Her secretary told her that he was still working there in Beacon Hills, hadn't left when everyone else did. At first she was unsure of how to handle the situation, but she was Lydia Martin she always figured something out.
She sat at her desk, her nails clicking against as she held a pen in one hand. She stared at the paper.
"What's the worst that can happen?" she asked herself. "It's just one letter."
She opened the pen and carefully started writing.
Deputy Jordan Parrish,
I suppose I should have done this all in person. But I was too afraid to face you, face all the hurt I put on you after I left.
I hope you managed to find it in your heart to forgive me. I've spent two years thinking about everything I did and all the memories we had together. I don't know if you still remember the things we did. But I do. I kept all of our movie tickets and pictures in my top drawer at my desk. Stupid right?
If I've wasted your time I'm sorry Jordan, I truly am.
With love,
Lydia Martin
Lydia looked at the letter carefully, at everything she wrote. She shook her head and picked up her phone.
Three and a half hours later, Lydia Martin was back home. She drove down the streets, knowing them like that back of her hand. And she knew exactly where she had to go. She drove her car straight to the Sheriff's station.
She parked it in the first spot she saw. She carefully got out, fixing her clothes and picking up her handbag. She took a long deep breath, holding the car door. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"You're Lydia Martin, you can do this." She said to herself.
She straightened up and walked to the door of the station. She pulled the door open and took a step inside, memories of her high school life rushing through her head as she thought of her old friends with a smile. But she wasn't here for them, not today anyways.
She walked toward the front desk, and low and behold was a face she hadn't expected here.
"Lydia?" Stiles asked.
"Stiles." She said. "So you followed your dad's footsteps?" she asked him.
"Uh, yeah." He said rubbing the back of his neck. "When did you get back to Beacon Hills?"
"A few minutes ago, I just wanted to see if Deputy Parrish was around." She said quietly.
Stiles smiled a little. "You remember where his desk is?" he said. "He should be there."
Lydia nodded. "Thanks Stiles." She said smiling softly as she took a step into the station, knowing where his desk was by heart.
She walked towards the desk, seeing the familiar form. He was crunched over the desk, working on another case as she suspected. She slowed down and froze, maybe this wasn't a good idea. She took a step back into a chair.
He looked up at the noise, spotting her immediately. "Lydia?" He asked quietly.
"Hey Jordan." She said with a small smile.