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Lydia's found a new safety in lies and a boy with haunted eyes. Her worlds crashing down, his is already rubble. Everything they know is burning, and she just wants to watch the lights. Lydia/Isaac

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I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone." But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight.

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"Jackson! Jackson please!" Lydia sobbed, chasing the boy she loved. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. True love was supposed to conquer all. That's what they'd told her. If she loved him enough he'd be okay. Well she did love him, so much it hurt, and he was just walking away. Gone forever when she'd just gotten him back. "JACKSON STOP!"

The boy turned, staring her down. "What?" He asked, his voice calm. Like what had just happened was just a far away dream. A nightmare. Lydia shivered at the cold look in his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Biting her lip to stop its shaking, she took a weak step forward. It felt like her legs were going to give out. Collapse underneath her and leave her sobbing on the floor. He was going to leave her. "Where are you going?" She asked, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. It was pathetic how much she loved him. How much she'd sacrifice for him. How much she'd done for him.

Jackson took a menacing step forward, his handsome face pinched into a sneer. "Away from you." He spat and Lydia flinched. His words were a blow. Hateful. His eyes were cold as ice as he glared down at her. Cruel. "Before you take something else away from me."

Lydia recoiled, steeping back fast. "W-what?" She asked, shocked. Surely he didn't mean? "You were killing people, Jackson." She told him, shaking her head. He wanted to be that thing? That monster? Impossible. "They were going to kill you." She'd saved him. He was still a werewolf, wasn't that enough? Wasn't anything ever enough?

Jackson laughed, a short harsh sound that made her cringe. "They couldn't kill me." He told her, his eyes flashing as he took another step forward. She took one backwards, her back colliding with the tin wall. "I was stronger than them." Her legs were shaking, so ready to give out as she placed her hands flat behind her. Jackson closed in. "Do you still love me Lydia?" He mocked, his fingers tracing down her face. His voice was sickly sweet, like rotting flesh.

Lydia flinched, screwing her eyes closed. This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Jackson's new claws traced her cheek bone, smearing a tear across her pale skin.

Then he was gone, leaving her to finally collapse onto the dirty floor.

"Find a new love."

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That had been hours ago. When it was still night and she could hide her tears in the darkness it provided. Now the early morning sun peaked through the trees across the edge of the woods and it left her feeling vulnerable. Exposed. The shadows of the pines reached like skeletal fingers, almost touching her but not quite. Her tears had dried long ago, but the pain in her chest was still there. Hanging heavy were her heart had once been.

She heard the twig snap and knew that he did it on purpose. A warning of his arrival. He wanted her to know he was there. The little werewolf that Allison had stabbed so brutally. He'd changed clothing, but he still looked beaten down. She was positive she looked worse. She knew she was a wreck, she didn't care. There was no reason to care.

He sat beside her on the grass, his long legs stretched out beside hers. He was tall, she noted, her feet coming even with just the spot under his knees. Much taller than her. His jeans were dirty. He'd only changed his shirt. A spot of blood on the knee. He turned to her, his face drawn. He looked tired, sad. There was something haunted in the depths of his murky light eyes. Something broken. "Maybe true love's kiss is an unrequited thing." He said quietly, looking away from her and back to the tree line behind her house. His profile was thrown in a mix of shadow and light, all sharp lines and soft edges.

Lydia frowned at his words, shaking her head. Her thoughts felt heavy, distorted. Like her brain was filled with cotton. "What?" She asked, her brow furrowed as she looked down to her feet. When had she lost her shoes? Were they still at the warehouse? Stiles' car? It was unimportant she knew, but she was stuck. Focusing on something menial to block out the rest. Jackson. To block out Jackson who broke her heart so ruthlessly.

Isaac kept his eyes on woods and Lydia wondered how far he could see. Could he see the burnt down Hale house through the forest? A rabbit jumping around? The word 'Croatoan' she'd carved into the third oak tree to the left when she was thirteen during her parent's divorce and wanted nothing more than to disappear? She wanted to disappear again. "Think about it." He said, his voice low. He spoke quietly. Made her listen closely. Lydia wondered if he ever raised his voice. He seemed like the type for quiet violence. "The daring prince," He started, plucking a blade of grass from his side. He twirled it between his fingers, "or in our case fearless princess, has risked her life for her prince, she's put everything on the line for him. Her crown, her livelihood. She fights a dragon and all other dangers untold, for him. She loves him, but he doesn't even know her. And she doesn't really know him." He turned to her, a smirk curved on his lips. "Kind of one sided."

Lydia took the grass from his fingers, childishly not wanting him to have any of her grass. Not while he was spewing such nonsense. "That doesn't make any sense." She told him, tearing the grass in half and scattering the two pieces. They were hers, not his. And this mess he was talking was insanity of the worst kind. "They're just supposed to love eachother." Didn't he know? Snow White loved the Prince, Barbie loved Ken, Jack loved Rose! They didn't need reasons. They just did!

Isaac smiled softly at her childlike logic. And she was the smartest girl in school? She was naïve. "Life has a lot of 'supposed tos' Lydia." He told her, plucking another blade of grass. But of course she was naïve. She was Lydia Martin. Everything worked out for her. Except this. "They can't all work out."

Lydia frowned, taking his new piece of grass away. "You're bitter." She told him, keeping this blade between her fingers. She tied a knot in it, trying to ignore his words. They didn't make sense. They just didn't.

Isaac shrugged, "I'm honest." He replied, reaching forward to take another piece of grass.

Lydia slapped his hand and he let her. "Cynical." She spat.

"Realistic." He responded.

Finally she sighed, shaking her head. "It wasn't supposed to end like this, you know?" And there were those two words again. Supposed to. She looked up at him with those big green eyes, trying to make him understand. Somebody had to. It couldn't be only her in this boat of true love. "We were supposed to live happily ever after." She'd always imagined them together. Jackson had been her everything. She'd thought she was his too. "Go to prom together." It all sounded so weak to her ears now. Prom. Who cared about prom? Frilly dresses and plastic crowns. There were werewolves running around and Jackson didn't love her like she loved him. Prom was just some show put on to make stupid kids feel better about endless school hours and the monotony of high school life. Now who was the bitter one?

Isaac took the grass from her, tying his own knot in it. "Maybe that's not the end of your story." He spoke, opening his hand to let her take it away. "Not everyone has a happily ever after." She did, easily adding a third knot to the loop. They were both quiet for a long time.

"I heard wolves earlier." She told him, finally looking back up to him. She'd thought she'd heard hundreds. Or maybe just two. Maybe none at all. Who knew anymore? "They were howling." She muttered, twirling the knotted grass between her fingers.

Isaac sighed, laying down in the grass and watching the sky brighten. "Don't worry about that." He told her, crossing his arms behind his head. She didn't need to know about the Alpha Pack. It was too much for her. Derek had sent him to scent the woods for them when he'd spotted her, sitting there at the edge of the woods. Motionless like a broken doll. She'd smelled broken. He knew why. They'd all heard. How could they not? Sound traveled far to werewolf hearing. Only the humans didn't know. Scott would tell them though, soon enough everyone would know that Jackson had left Lydia because she'd rescued him from himself when no else could. Or would.

They should have killed him. There was a reason he turned into the kanima. Not just his parents. Because he was an ass. A bad person to the very core.

He didn't stiffen when he felt Lydia lay her head on his chest, her fingers gripping his shirt for dear life. "Don't leave me here alone." She asked quietly, her voice soft. Isaac didn't respond.

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I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone." But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight.