The rain is still pouring outside, when Stiles wakes up.
He had one of those dreams, those terrible dreams that keep him awake at those cold november nights.
He dreamt about her, a girl he loves since the first time he laid his beautiful brown eyes at her.
Lydia. Almost every dream he has is about her, but the dream becomes a nightmare.
A cold, dark feeling runs through his veins. She dies in a dream, terrible death.
That's when he wakes up.
It must be 3 a.m. or something, the night is still at it's darkest hour.
The silence is what scares him the most, he can't hear a thing. „Is this normal?" he wonders.
Shouldn't there be the sound of a wood cracking, computer buzzing?
It's always this silence when he wakes up, the silence that whispers to him: „You're alone!"
He walks to his computer, It's turned on. Fastly he checks his facebook, none of his friends is
online.
Neither is Lydia. Of course they're not, only he is awake at this hour during a school week.
But he needs to check on her, is she allright, is she safe? Or is she hurt like in one of those dreams?
A cold sweat overtakes him, he is panicing now. He doesn't want to wake her up, but he must
know if she's ok.
„Lydia,It's stiles are u there?" – he types.
No respond. She must be asleep. Or, she must be in trouble.
„Lydia, please If you're there, answer me." – he types as the panic fulfills him.
„Lydia please, I need to know If you're ok?"
No answer. She must be asleep Stiles, he tells himself. "She is allright, the Nogitsune is gone.
Nothing bad will happen to her, Stiles!" but the words do not give him any comfort.
„Oh, the fuck with this!" he runs down the stairs, grabs his keys and hurrys up to his jeep.
„Lydia!" he whispers as he throws a jackstone on her window.
„Lydia ,It's Stiles. Are you asleep?"
„I was, you know." she responds sarcastically.
„Oh thank God!" he thoughts.
„What the hell do you want, Stiles? It must be 4 a.m. or something?
„I wanted to make sure you were ok, you weren't...hurt." he mumbles.
„And what makes you think I'm not ok? Jesus Christ, Stiles. When will this stop?" – she asks feeling
bad for him.
„Common up, you must be freezing." she says as she closes her window.
He obeys. As he walks into her house, her dog gets in his way.
Prada, that's the name. „Who names his dog,Prada?" he wonders, but smiles.
„Common up" he can hear her saying.
Walking up the stairs, he gets nervous. He never felt comfortable near her, because he liked her
so much. So much that it still hurts everytime he sees her.
She's in her room, sitting on her bed. "She's so beautiful." he says to himself.
Those eyes, big green eyes staring at him. Like he is looking in a whole new world.
And that hair, that strawberry blonde hair, that he loves so much.
„You're freezing, Stiles." she notices, and so does he. His hands are shaking, lips trembling.
She hands him a worm blue blanket, his favorite color.
„Here" she hugs him to keep him worm.
„What were you thinking? Coming here in the middle of a night. It must be freezing outside,
especially now when It's raining like this." she says as she holds him close in her arms.
„I have them again..those dreams where I can't wake up. And every time I wake up, I have a feeling
like he's there, watching me, waiting to come back." he says in fear.
„Nogitsune? Stiles, he's not coming back." she says confidently.
„You can't know that. Sometimes...sometimes,I..."
„Sometimes what, Stiles?"
„Sometimes I feel him, inside me. Like he's trying to push his way out. Like...like there's still a part of
him living inside me" he says with so much fear, because he knows, deep inside, it could be true.
She stops for a second, not knowing what to say.
„ Well, I don't know if that's let me tell you one thing!"
She looks him in his eyes, eyes filled with fear and panic.
„ You overpowered him once Stiles. You! A normal, teenage boy, with no werewolf or any
supernatural powers. You are strong, stronger than you know, not physically maybe, but your mind,
and your heart are much more stronger than his."
He looks into her eyes who are starring at him, wide open, big green eyes reflecting his owns.
He needs to do something, something fast." Make a move Stiles! Come on you chickenhead!" he
encourages himself. „It's now or never, Stiles!"
And out of a blue sky, she kisses him softly, breaking the ice Stiles was walking on for his whole
life.
Her lips are soft, and worm like he always imagined. His heart is beating like crazy, he is not cold
anymore,he is not scared anymore. Nightmares, Nogitsune..they are locked up in a vault, a vault far away from this moment.
