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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="fc99cda5ac9a9f49db9258e9e1a2f6f6""Stiles!" She screams, which catches me off guard. She calms her breath. "Stiles, you're not supernatural, you can't do everything. You need to recover, so please sit down." She whispers. I feel anger heat up inside of me./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="64243952b804b0df20d6c7f523dac054""You think I don't know that I'm not like Scott? Like Derek? I might not have claws and glowing eyes, but I sure as hell am apart of this world. I always have been, ever since the night Scott was bitten, I have been there, I have been the one who made the plans, I was the one who faced the monsters, even if I don't have super strength or speed. I am apart of this world because of Scott, and I am going to go find him." I yell at her. When I see the expression on her face, I instantly regret it. Tears fill her eyes. She sits down on the bed and she looks at the floor. I sit next to her and grab her hands that she was fiddling with. "I'm sorry Lyds. I didn't mean to yell at you, it's just-" /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="2722baf56436f24c87660cb47e342321""I, I, I'm going to go find Malia, so we, we can come up with a plan on how to save, save them." Derek stutters, then is gone in a flash. I stand up too, but Lydia doesn't move her eyes from the floor. "I'm going to go find Melissa, ask her for some food. Will you be alright here for a few minutes?" She nods slightly as I rush out of the room. I run down the halls, my leg burning from where the bullet hit me, forcing me to slow my pace. I finally find Melissa. She starts to open her mouth but I cut in before she can say anything./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="7d4934e2bd0add10200510f6ba329c81""I screwed up so so bad, and I have no idea what to do." I realise that tears have sprung to my eyes. She moves towards me and pulls me in for a hug. She constantly tells me everything is going to be fine, but I don't know how I'm going to recover from what I just did to her. She deserves much better than that. Melissa pulls out of the hug, still holding my shoulders. "What happened?" She asks quietly. We move to the waiting room seats when I tell her everything. I really open up to her, and I have never felt so good, to let everything off my chest. I think I might go tell Lydia all of this, I trust her with my life. I want her to know about my weakness and my anxieties. I want her to know the real me, because I love her. I do, I love her. I love her. I am suddenly lost in thought. How did I not know? I had been in love with her since the third grade, but now that I'm with her, it all seems so much more real. I stand up immediately. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4e2910ecd11ede575572598f76155ff5""Nothing, nothing at all. I'm sorry but I just need to go tell Lydia that I love her." I speed walk off, not able to wipe the smile from my face. I'm going to tell her that I love her, and god it felt so right. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="9f6778de5e61896d9c3bca5cadafcf85"As I rushed into my room, I about to go and kiss her, when I realise that she was gone. My room was completely empty. I just stand speechless, looking at the place on the bed where I had last left her. She was gone. I was so close, but it all came crumbling before my eyes. I just sit on my bed, thinking of nothing but her. How could she leave? How could she do that to me? I just sit there, emotionless. I now knew I had completely screwed it up, but it wasn't over. It isn't over until I tell her how I feel. But for now, she needs her space, and all of the crying to Melissa took it out of me. I lie down and within a minute I am in a deep sleep./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="bbcd9166014064d9dd941620c2705c12"Stiles had rushed off about 5 minutes ago. I just sat there, completely absent-mindedly. I wasn't angry, or upset, just shocked I guess. It's hard feeling to describe. I never knew how he truly felt on the inside. Why hadn't he ever told me? It sounded like he had it bottled up inside of him for years, why didn't he think he could talk to her? Even when they weren't a couple, she always thought that had a close enough bond to be able to talk about anything. I don't know why I didn't say anything to him. I was just so shocked. I felt like I forgot how to speak. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="9d7475cfd9aeda385136eb51b64ab988"God, waiting for him to return was torture. I was just left with my thoughts, which I never a good thing. I make unnecessary conclusions, I over think things WAY too much and I slowly drive myself mad. I put my earphones in my ears, plug them into my phone and blast old Taylor Swift songs to distract me, but it doesn't help. I let out a very long moan. How long had it been since he left me? 30 minutes? An hour? I check my phone and realise it has only been 15 minutes. I let out an even louder moan. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="1f27484fe1e0f6fd4996742aeb88e428""Maybe you should rest..." She starts, but I just look at her in disbelief. Why would she say that? My best friend is on death row and she wants me to rest? There's no time to rest. I needed to find Scott and Liam, now./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="fc99cda5ac9a9f49db9258e9e1a2f6f6""Stiles!" She screams, which catches me off guard. She calms her breath. "Stiles, you're not supernatural, you can't do everything. You need to recover, so please sit down." She whispers. I feel anger heat up inside of me./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="64243952b804b0df20d6c7f523dac054""You think I don't know that I'm not like Scott? Like Derek? I might not have claws and glowing eyes, but I sure as hell am apart of this world. I always have been, ever since the night Scott was bitten, I have been there, I have been the one who made the plans, I was the one who faced the monsters, even if I don't have super strength or speed. I am apart of this world because of Scott, and I am going to go find him." I yell at her. When I see the expression on her face, I instantly regret it. Tears fill her eyes. She sits down on the bed and she looks at the floor. I sit next to her and grab her hands that she was fiddling with. "I'm sorry Lyds. I didn't mean to yell at you, it's just-" /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="2722baf56436f24c87660cb47e342321""I, I, I'm going to go find Malia, so we, we can come up with a plan on how to save, save them." Derek stutters, then is gone in a flash. I stand up too, but Lydia doesn't move her eyes from the floor. "I'm going to go find Melissa, ask her for some food. Will you be alright here for a few minutes?" She nods slightly as I rush out of the room. I run down the halls, my leg burning from where the bullet hit me, forcing me to slow my pace. I finally find Melissa. She starts to open her mouth but I cut in before she can say anything./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="9f6778de5e61896d9c3bca5cadafcf85"As I rushed into my room, I about to go and kiss her, when I realise that she was gone. My room was completely empty. I just stand speechless, looking at the place on the bed where I had last left her. She was gone. I was so close, but it all came crumbling before my eyes. I just sit on my bed, thinking of nothing but her. How could she leave? How could she do that to me? I just sit there, emotionless. I now knew I had completely screwed it up, but it wasn't over. It isn't over until I tell her how I feel. But for now, she needs her space, and all of the crying to Melissa took it out of me. I lie down and within a minute I am in a deep sleep./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="bbcd9166014064d9dd941620c2705c12"Stiles had rushed off about 5 minutes ago. I just sat there, completely absent-mindedly. I wasn't angry, or upset, just shocked I guess. It's hard feeling to describe. I never knew how he truly felt on the inside. Why hadn't he ever told me? It sounded like he had it bottled up inside of him for years, why didn't he think he could talk to her? Even when they weren't a couple, she always thought that had a close enough bond to be able to talk about anything. I don't know why I didn't say anything to him. I was just so shocked. I felt like I forgot how to speak. /p
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