maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.
A small fanfic to represent the feels of Allison's passing
She's gone.
Allison smiles, as they sit by her window, watching the stars in the sky. "I use to make a game out of counting stars. Because every star that's up there is someone important who died."
It seems hard to comprehend even as Scott whispers it, her blood all over his hands and clothes.
"S-she's gone." Scott sounds empty, but Isaac can't feel. His world has stopped, and he pushes aside to drop to his knees beside her.
"Allison!" He's barely aware he's yelling her name. "ALLISON!"
But she isn't even here anymore.
"You can save her! Save her, Scott." Isaac is frantic, trying to pull her into his arms, her body beginning to grow cold. "You can change her. You have to."
"I can't Isaac."
"She doesn't deserve this, she doesn't deserve to die."
"I know." It's Lydia's voice this time.
"She deserved the world." Isaac's holding Allison's body so close. "I love you."
His voice breaks on the last three words, along with himself.
He doesn't go to he funeral. Doesn't see the people who say she died too young, that she didn't deserve it. Isaac didn't want to listen to the lies.
He slips through her window. One last time, he tells himself.
This time she isn't there to stop him with a ring dagger, isn't there to smile at him.
The room seems cold without her.
He settles on the bed and his face is in his hands, and he can't breathe because she's gone. He didn't even get to say goodbye.
A knock at the door startles him, and he looks up in surprise to find Lydia standing in the doorway.
"I thought you might be here."
"I wanted to come one last time." Isaac whispers as Lydia crosses the room and sits behind him. "I wanted to see if she's here because she sure as hell isn't in that casket in the ground."
Lydia's silent beside him. "I remember the first day she came to Beacon Hills…"Her words catch in her throat and she mumbles. "She deserved better than what she got."
"She deserved the world." Isaac finally looks at Lydia, but he stills sees traces of Allison there. He sees her in the fierceness of Lydia's eyes, he sees her in the moments that he'd watch them together.
"She deserved more than the world." Lydia agrees. "Chris doesn't know what he'll do now. With her things."
Isaac can't say anything else. If they move it away, then she's really dead. Allison's really gone. "I loved her. Love her."
Lydia smiles sadly, and takes his hand in hers. They sit there remembering their favorite memories about her for hours.
Isaac's skin prickles as he senses Scott come into the room, Stiles behind him. Before Scott realizes Isaac has Stiles shoved up against the wall, his eyes blazing yellow as he yells, "It should have been you. It should have been you who died. Not her. She didn't deserve to die like that."
And all Stiles can do is tell Isaac over and over, "I know. I know. I know. I know."