Author's note: Woa, that was a hard one to write. I know we had some important moments last episode and that scene of Stiles unable to sleep was so important! But damn, I had a massive writer's block! I blame it, mostly, on City of Heavenly Fire, that I finally started to read (it's so long!). I have a problem that calls by two names: Simon and Isabelle. Okay, you don't want to know about it.

I will leave you to the chapter and thank you very much everyone who's been reading and reviewing and stuff, it means a lot, ILY!

SEVENTEEN

Those first days as human were overwhelming. Back in the room she shared with her little sister, surrounded by her scent and her things, with her father on the other room and a bottle of whisky and tears, so many tears. There were just too many feelings and they were killing her. She closed her eyes and rewatched the fight she had with her mother before getting into the car over and over and it sickened her to the point she had to lock herself in the bathroom to throw up, but it never happened. Sometimes she wished to be able to bring back her dinner into the toilet bowl – at least it'd be an escape.

They couldn't handle it, so his father got her in to Eichen House. From all the people she could befriend, she chose the recluse Meredith, and it was nice, because Mer had trouble with the world just as Malia did. Sometimes she almost forgot who she was. Almost. Just enough to make it easier. And she held on to the desire to go back to the woods.

Soon – she used to tell herself.

Until Stiles happened.

She knew who he was. The boy who lent her clothes, who was in the sheriff's car when she was first taken back to her dad. One of the people who made her human once again. She wanted to hate him. Damn, how she wanted to hate him.

But he was so interesting.

He knew people and he could help her get back to the woods and he smelled so good. That day, on the basement of the institution that'd haunt them forever, she had the feeling that perhaps he'd ruin her life and she couldn't care less about it; she would let him. She did let him. It was stronger than her.

That was why she had to try and be strong now. Without him. Because she'd to learn to live on her own and be herself alone. She couldn't depend on him so much. He was on her way to self knowledge. She couldn't let him be there. She definitely had to let him go.

So she walked away one more time, ignoring the aching in her heart and the reek of disappointment in his skin.

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