Hayden sees it, what it is to have all that power, and not an ounce of control.
Hayden meets Tracy when the older girl is asleep, but she doesn’t realize this at first.
No one did.
Still, Hayden feels that she sees much of what Tracy will later show herself to be. Because Hayden’s first response is to get her out of the classroom, in case there actually is a fire. It seems like the decent thing to do, but it’s more than that. Tracy had been hunched over, looking pained and Hayden hadn’t wanted to leave her there, though she obviously didn’t belong in that class.
She probably should have been scared. She was, she can admit, because what she saw, the broken desk, the tears in the other girl’s clothing, the clawed hands and feet- didn’t make sense. She didn’t realize it at the time, but that was her introduction to the supernatural world.
In the moment though, she saw someone that needed help.
No.
That’s not quite right.
She saw someone that needed someone to take care of her.
It’s not an unfamiliar concept to Hayden. She had to learn to take care of herself earlier than most. It had become ingrained in her, was a part of her even before this paranormal mess. Her first instinct is to do what’s needed to keep her sister, herself and then whoever else might come next, safe. In that order. She could trust Valerie to put her first, that’s how they operated.
It didn’t often occur to her to resent that dynamic.
But right then, Val was safe because she wasn’t there. Hayden herself was fine, because she was able bodied and able to get herself out of the building.
So that left whoever else might come next.
The fact that Tracy dies seems, for a long while after Hayden finds out, small and far removed. Hayden’s used to hearing about deaths, though Val isn’t much for shoptalk. It’s just a reality of living with an officer of the law. She feels a moment of something close to sadness, because the other girl was so young.
What’s surprising though, is that Val doesn’t seem to know about Tracy’s death. No one in the Sheriff’s department does, though it happens the night of some kind of altercation at the station (so the official report says), though she heard about it from the Sheriff’s son. He hadn’t meant to tell her, but Stiles Stilinski is as loud as he is callous, and hearing about the dead girl spoken of so- insensitively just reminds Hayden of why she and Stiles aren’t friends.
She files away the use of the phrase ‘lizard girl’ for later. For later, when she had the capacity to think about how her arm had somehow healed from claws during the walk from the classroom to the bathroom.
Mason, for all his poor judgment that led him to being friends with Liam, is actually a decent person, so no, Hayden doesn’t mind letting him into the club.
That aside, she starts to regret it when his friend spills all the drinks she has to sell and then tries to make up for it with a few crumpled singles.
Remind her never to do anything nice again.
But she wonders, in a quiet voice that won’t leave her alone, if she even needs to worry about the money anymore. If her body even needs the medicine anymore. Because try as she might, she can’t forget the pain of those claws, nor the moment the pain faded. She can’t let it go.
She’s not good at letting things go.
Liam insists on paying her back, because he has a strange complex about settling debts. Though she says that she doesn’t want his money, doesn’t want anything to do with him, it’s not so much his mistakes that make her uneasy. It’s the way he tries to take care of them.
Tries to take care of her problems.
It plays out like a movie, where the misconceptions are replaced by understanding, and she doesn’t like it. She doesn’t like the way he’s not the inconsiderate asshole she’s always made him out to be. She doesn’t like the way he’s actually kind.
She could deal with all that though, if it weren’t for the goddamned way he tries to take care of her. Because that’s not something she could handle. She’s long past the time when she had someone do that, and it was one of the hardest things she’s ever had to accept. She can’t go back to that time, or that mentality.
And she doesn’t want to.
It gets worse when Liam’s insistence on helping her collides with all the strange things that she’s unable to ignore and unable to accept.
All with a stupid glow stick.
Liam tries to explain, and she doesn’t want to hear it, because it makes sense. She doesn’t want her world to change anymore than it already has. She doesn’t want to let go of the way the world made sense.
And then Liam throws all that out the window when he morphs his face into that thing, and when Hayden punches him, it’s one part fear and one part resentment.
Hayden accepts Liam and his alpha’s help, mainly because she can’t exactly not accept the fact that three strange figures just chased her down, or the fact that she now has claws of her own.
Scott is the eerie definition of a do-gooder, but he reminds Hayden of Mason’s innate goodness, so it’s not as hard to let him help her as she would have expected. She’s not an idiot. There’s no way she can handle this on her own. But she doesn’t want them to handle this for her. She also doesn’t want them to help her because of the way Liam’s started to look at her.
The idea of a pack, like they’re actual animals, is all kinds of weird. But if that’s what she needs to survive, fine.
She’s just not going to base her membership on someone else’s romantic ideas.
It doesn’t help that she doesn’t feel the same way.
Because Liam may be kinder than she thought, but she doesn’t feel that way about him. She’s quick to put a stop to it, and Liam responds with, “Oh. I- I mean, that’s…okay? We’re still going to help you.”
She can see why Mason is friends with him.
Hayden understands the struggles that come with taking care of other people. That doesn’t mean she’s happy about the phrase ‘somebody has to be the bait’ being targeted at her.
But she has bigger issues to deal with, because this is so much bigger and darker than she ever expected. Because she understands that few people are as willing to try like Scott, and if he feels those measures are necessary…
So instead she focuses on the fact that she doesn’t have her medicine.
With chimeras dying without fail, she’s not taking any chances.
It probably doesn’t matter when she ends up being the bait, without them even catching their prey.
She wishes she could block out what the Doctors do to her, but she knows she’ll remember the pain, the fear. Fear that doubles when Zach tells her what her death will look like. He looks like death himself, and there’s nothing she can do when he gets dragged away from their prison. She can’t help him.
She can’t help anyone.
Then there’s Theo, with what she’ll later think of as impeccable timing, and he’s breaking down the electric fence to free them. Everything is fuzzy from there, because whatever the Doctors had done to her is really making itself known. She’s in and out on the ride back, and then she’s laying on a couch in a place that seems vaguely familiar, but Liam and Scott and Mason and Malia are there, so it’s okay, right?
It’s not okay, not when she starts bleeding mercury.
Her first thought is of Val, because this will kill her. Then she realizes she’s going to die. And it seems obvious, but she realizes just how much she doesn’t want to die. She thought she understood that when she had her kidney transplant, and everyday that she worked and worked and worked to pay for her medication.
But with that, there was always the chance of survival.
That’s gone now.
Hayden wonders what to do. She thinks about going to Scott, but there’s this fear in her that he won’t be able to help, not with this. And if Scott McCall, savior of Beacon Hills, can’t save her, then who can? She feels like a child, hiding under the blankets so the danger can’t find her. But that’s not the point of it, really.
It’s so she can’t see the danger.
She doesn’t want to know that Scott can’t help her. But… oh, she doesn’t want to have to take care of this anymore. She wants someone to come in with a brilliant rescue, and she’ll deal with her shifting worldview, because she’ll still be alive to have one. She wants Val to be the only strong one, to protect her. She wants her parents, like she hasn’t let herself admit except in the quiet moments where she looks around their empty home and asks why?
She wants someone to take care of her.
But there’s no one that can.
So she does what she always does, and she does it herself.
But there are some things that no one can take care of, and this god-damned nightmare is one of them. Hayden feels it, the dying, and she’s so angry. She wants to scream and scream and scream, because she’s fought to live for as long as she can remember, fought to breathe through losing her family, through losing her health, through trying to rebuild both.
She wants to pull Liam close, so he’ll hear her when she tells him to give those damned Doctors all the hell they’ve unleashed on this pit of a town, but she’s so tired. And Scott and his aren’t ones for revenge. Where’s Stiles when you need him?
She’s so angry because everything has been stolen from her, and they’re hers. Her life, her health, her agency- hasn’t she done enough to keep them? She’d suffer through this hell mouth of a town if only she got to keep them.
But it’s not an option.
They try, to at least keep her life for her. Everything gets hazy, but she’s aware of someone new, someone with a soothing voice and practitioner’s hands, and Hayden wonders who they’ve called in to help her. She doesn’t bother telling whoever it is that it’s useless, because she doesn’t want it to be useless. She doesn’t want to give up the only thing she has left.
But eventually, it’s clear to her that she’s about to lose everything, and the only thing that’s going to be left of her is Valerie. And she wants to hold her, to be held. She knows it’ll be hell on her sister to see her die, but it’ll be even worse for Val to know that she was alone.
And if she can’t have anything else she wants, she at least wants the one constant she’s ever had. She wants to know there’s one thing that hasn’t been taken from her…
When she wakes up, it’s not to Valerie or pain, which is what she’s used to waking up to whenever her health fails. She’s not at home, or the hospital. For some reason, she’s outside, slumped against a tree stump.
And she’s alive.
Because of the boy standing in front of her, telling her that he’s her alpha, and that they’re coming with him. She’s alive…
She goes with him and the others like her.
He takes them underground. Hayden realizes at some point that the boy is Theo, but he seems different. She’s not sure if it’s because everything seems different, or if it’s just him. She feels like she should be upset that everything has changed again, but mostly she just thinks about the fact that she’s alive.
It keeps her from questioning what happened. Why Theo’s not with Scott anymore. Why he’s building his own pack. The answer comes readily either way, when Theo explains that he’s the first of the Dread Doctors’ experiments, the first success.
So.
Stiles was right. A lot of things make more sense now.
Theo tells them that they’re a pack now, and that nothing is more important than pack. Hayden’s not sure how much of his speech she believes, but she knows that he’s the reason she’s alive. He’s the one to pull off that brilliant rescue she’d been hoping for. He’s the one that managed to do anything. The fact that she doesn’t quite trust him, that nothing about this situation feels right, it doesn’t matter so much next to that.
Well, one thing makes her feel normal enough, and that’s talking to Tracy. Maybe it’s just because she hadn’t known the other girl well before they both died, but Hayden feels more like herself when they’re together, like there was something that had potential in her previous life that still has that same potential now.
That’s probably not a good sign. Because she’s looking at Tracy while Tracy’s staring at Theo.
Hayden’s feelings aside, oh, that’s just such a bad idea for Tracy to have.
Especially when Theo doesn’t look at her except to give her orders. Oh, he makes it look pretty, sure, but they’re orders all the same. Hayden wonders what Tracy was like before, that she takes so easily to what Theo gives her. It’s sad, because what he offers isn’t even the scraps of real emotion.
No, oddly enough the closest he’s come to showing that is when he left the morning after he brought them back, saying something about running an errand.
Hayden can’t bring herself to care where he actually went.
Valerie is furious when she shows up at home again, and Hayden’s too tired to argue, or to do anything but hold her back when Val crushes her in an embrace that makes Hayden feel almost alive.
She knows it’s not her fault, but guilt still weighs on her chest at making her sister worry. But… it’s still better than Val watching her little sister die. And Hayden’s going to make sure she never has to.
Still, dragging her along on her shifts is unnecessary, considering Val is a Sheriff’s deputy. It doesn’t exactly scream safety. She thinks maybe Val is just afraid that she’ll turn around and Hayden will be gone.
It’s a valid fear, if only because it’s what Valerie has had to live through.
So she stifles her sighs and goes along with Val. And Hayden thinks she’s got herself oriented to this new life.
And then she’s being chased by a giant, shadowy monster.
Of course.
She listens to her sister and runs.
And runs and runs, and somehow she escapes. She thinks she should tell Theo, because isn’t this something he’d want to know?
Be angry at not knowing.
Theo’s idea of pack bonding is… unsettling. And so much about this situation is already unsettling. Hayden feels something in her gut twist as Tracy gushes about Theo helping her ‘get closure’. Hayden knows herself well even to enough to admit that she can be petty when she’s angry, but what Theo helped Tracy do is not getting closure.
Hayden may never have been friends with Stiles, but they’ve always understood each other. Because they knew what it is to see their only family risk their lives every day. What it is to watch the only person they have leave for work and wonder if they are going to come back.
So yes, Hayden has always understood some part of Stiles, even when first meeting him and being put off by how much he talked, and the strange things he said, and his insensitive way of looking at the world. And she means insensitive. He had years on Hayden on having a family member on the force, and he’d become desensitized to the violence, the death and the suffering.
She wonders now if he was that way even before.
She doesn’t think he’s a bad person, but he was calloused against the pain, and part of Hayden shied away from him because he was everything she didn’t want to be and everything she thought she would become. She looked at him and saw a hard shell with nothing but fragility and raw emotion underneath and she didn’t want to be like that. Because once that shell broke, it broke and there’d be no other defense. No, she wasn’t opposed to having her own shield, but under that, she’d be hard under that too.
Hayden finds another disturbing similarity between herself and Stiles as she looks at his interactions with Theo. It seems Corey isn't the only one that's invisible, not when Stiles never looks away from Theo. Because the way he looks at Theo is what Hayden imagines she looks like when she looks at Tracy.
Theo doesn’t realize, and she’s not surprised, because her ‘alpha’ is becoming unhinged, paranoid and distracted by his pursuit of power. Hayden knows a sinking ship when she sees one, and this ‘pack’ is not going to survive intact.
Not when most of its members are power hungry and already drunk off what they can do already. She sees it in every act of aggression Tracy is more than happy to commit at Theo’s suggestion, in the way his eyes glimmer, the way he smiles as Tracy and Josh slip further and further from the people they once were. Hayden sees it, what it is to have all that power, and not an ounce of control.
Theo’s better off in that regard than Tracy, but he’s slipping too. At the very least, he isn’t able to actually do anything about the Doctors or the Beast. He doesn’t know how to handle Scott’s pack, and he can’t even see that one of its members is looking at him the way Stiles is. She can’t blame Theo, because whatever Stiles is feeling doesn’t look like much. It’s not pretty, or gentle or tender, and she can already tell that he’s not going to try to save Theo, because Stiles sees what she sees.
They both know how this kind of love ends.
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Prompt: Hi love!! I don't know if you're taking requests or even have the inspiration to write at the moment, but I was wondering if you could write a Theo imagine? About him coming back from hell and meeting the reader for the first time? And she sort of takes him in because she doesn't truly know what he's done or what he was like and he starts to fall for her but he has all these trust issues??Very fluffy too please!!! – Anon
Author’s Note: So, I had this idea to write this to Maddie & Tae’s song “Smoke.” I think it really fits, and I hope you do too. Hope you like what I came up with! Thanks for requesting!
Smoke.
(Y/N) rushed out of the classroom as she shouldered her bag and typed a quick response to a friend, making plans for the weekend. She was so engrossed in her phone that she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and ran smackdab into someone, sending the other person’s books to the floor and her phone flying. “Dammit. I’m sorry. That was totally my fault.” She apologized as she knelt down to help gather the books.
“Nah, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have been trying to read last night’s homework while walking.” The other person responded with chuckle.
Her head snapped up when she heard the somewhat husky voice, and just as she did she was met with the most gorgeous blue-green eyes she’d ever seen on a boy that she had never seen around before. She definitely would have remembered him if she had. His gorgeous eyes, his perfectly styled hair, his muscular build, and a grin that made her weak in the knees. He looked like he walked right off a movie set… a far cry from the rest of the guys at her school. That’s not to say they weren’t attractive, they just weren’t her type.
She managed to laugh a little, “I was the one texting and walking.”
“You can get a ticket for that, you know.” The stranger joked and it caused (Y/N) to laugh again.
“I’ll remember that next time.” She smiled. They gathered the books and her phone and stood up straight. “Are you new here?” She asked.
“Um… not really. I was here last semester, but had to leave for a while for… personal stuff. I think you’re the new one.” He answered and pointed at her with his last statement.
(Y/N) blushed a little, “of course. I guess that’s what I get for pretending not to be new.”
The boy shook his head. “It’s okay. I was in your shoes earlier this year.” She smiled a little and nodded her head. They stood there awkwardly for a minute until the boy broke it. “I’m Theo, by the way.”
She smiled, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N).” She noticed the covers of the books in his hands. “Are you going to English Lit next?” She asked, pointing over her shoulder to the classroom behind her.
Theo was confused for a minute, but then remembered the books in his hands. “Oh. Yeah. You just came from there?”
(Y/N) nodded her head, “Yeah, and don’t worry about the reading for last night. He didn’t do anything with it today.”
Theo sighed in relief, “Great. Thanks.” The warning bell rang, “I guess we should get going.” He suggested with a small smile.
(Y/N) nodded a little, “Yeah…” She started walking backwards slowly, “I’ll see you around, Theo.”
“See you around, (Y/N).” He responded and they both smiled sweetly at one another before heading to their respective classes.
Wanna know who burned you so bad
Left your heart in ashes on the ground
Made you promises, took 'em right back
Left you cold and alone, now all you know is the sound
Of goodbye
You won't let anyone inside
Baby, you're just like smoke, blowing on the wind
One minute, you're by my side and then you're gone again
You might be bad for me, but I just wanna breathe you in
Every time I reach out, I find there ain't nothing to hold
Boy, you're just like smoke
Theo and (Y/N) spent the following weeks getting to know each other a little better. They didn’t go out on dates or hangout outside of school. They just ate lunch together, spent study hall out on the quad, and texted each other without missing a beat. They just clicked with one another, like they’d known each other their whole lives.
(Y/N) could tell that he was holding something back, though. No matter how much she opened up to him about her own life, he couldn’t seem to do the same about his. He was distant without completely checking himself out of the conversations. He was fine when it came to talking about her, but as soon as she changed the subject to ask about him, (Y/N) could actually see him closing himself off.
A brick wall was between them and she wanted to bulldoze it down. She wanted to know the reason for the pain reflecting in his eyes. She wanted to know what left him so broken. She wanted to know his story on why her other friends warned her to be cautious of him. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt undeniably drawn to him and the need – rather, want – to take him in and prove to him that it was okay to let her in and let go of whatever painful past that was haunting him.
It was a nice day out so they decided to eat their lunch out on quad at a picnic table. The first twenty or so minutes were full of laughter and joking comments as she told him a story about how she slid down the stairs in the hallway on her first day at Beacon Hills High one rainy day. He even joked about how she needed to pay more attention when she’s walking, reminding her of their first encounter.
Then the chatter and laughter died down and they were met with silence. Theo seemingly got lost in a daze as he fiddled with the lid to his water bottle. (Y/N) watched him with knitted eyebrows for a minute, wondering what was on his mind, but she knew he would change the subject if she asked. So, she decided to go a different direction.
“Can I ask you something?” She questioned casually before taking a bite of her fries.
Theo snapped out of it at the sound of her voice breaking through the silence, but he still didn’t look her way. “Sure.” He responded somewhat dryly.
(Y/N) took a sip of her water then looked at him intently, “Some of my friends have advised me to be wary of you… why?” She knew it was a longshot that he would actually give her a decent answer, but she had to try.
“Which friends?” Was all he questioned back as he continued to play with the water bottle lid.
She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, “does it really matter?”
He finally looked back at her, “yes.”
“Why do I have a feeling you already know who?” She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows again. Theo sighed and went back to spinning the lid around. “You know, if I were going to heed their warning, I would have already done it. I just want to know your side of the story.” She tried to sympathize by reaching out for his hand, but he quickly stood up.
“Their side of the story is all you need because it’s the truth.” He stated before grabbing his trash and walking away, disappearing behind the double doors of the school.
We can start out slow like an ember
Get the fire burning back behind your eyes
I wanna feel you when we're together
So, whatever you do, baby, don't disappear
This time
Don't fade into the grey tonight
(Y/N) was tired of this back and forth with Theo. It’d been months now and they still hadn’t made any real progress. She still knew very little about him, while he knew quite a bit about her. He was still quick to put up a brick wall when it came to her asking anything about his personal life. Strangely enough, the more he pushed her away, the more she was drawn to him. She’d had enough though, she was bound and determined to get him out of this weird funk.
So, as soon as the final bell for school rang, she rushed straight to his truck and leaned against the front bumper as she waited on him. She wasn’t going to let him disappear again. When she spotted him walking up, she stood up straight and put on her best intimidating stance, hands on her hips and everything.
“Hey, (Y/N)…” Theo started to greet her with a smile until he saw that she was clearly upset. “What’s going on? Everything okay?”
(Y/N) shook her head, “no. We need to talk.”
“Okay…” He exhaled slowly as he gripped the shoulder straps to his backpack.
Her shoulders relaxed a little and she took her hands off her hips, “I like you, Theo. A lot. Probably more than I should.” She noticed how his shoulders visibly slumped. “But there’s this big gaping hole between us that’s keeping us from being able to move forward. That hole is you and your inability to let me in and trust me. I’ve tried and tried and tried since we met to get you to open up, but you won’t, and it’s… infuriating.” She said with a deep sigh in frustration.
“(Y/N), I’m…”
She held up her hand, “I’m perfectly fine with taking things slow, Theo, but there’s generally some sort of progress while taking it slow and we haven’t made any progress whatsoever. I mean, I don’t know anything about you besides your last name, the fact that you hate math, and the bad stories about your past that my friends have told me. I don’t know what you were like as a child, your parents’ names, what you want to do when you graduate… hell, I don’t even know your favorite color!” She exclaimed in frustration, causing a few stares from fellow students as they made their way to their cars.
Theo looked down and (Y/N) sighed in exasperation. “I can’t keep being the only one who puts forth any effort to this…” she gestured between the two of them, “whatever this is. So, if you ever feel like you’re ready to move forward, give me a call, but until then… I can’t do this anymore.” She looked at him with solemn eyes for a minute before turning and walking away towards her own car, not giving Theo a chance to say anything.
***
(Y/N) and Theo didn’t talk for the rest of the week. She avoided him like the plague; choosing different paths to her classes, eating lunch with Stiles and everyone out on the quad, parking as far away from his truck as possible, and even arriving to their shared classes at the last minute so she could avoid conversation since she had to sit beside him. It wasn’t the easiest task, but it was necessary because she knew that if she didn’t, she’d end up right back where she was. He had to be the one to make a move this time. The ball was in his court now.
As sad as it sounds, she wasn’t expecting him to actually make one. She’d waited this long for him to show some sort of reciprocating feelings, why would he change now? Did it bum her out? Of course, but she’d already tried everything that she could think of, but he kept pushing her away and putting up walls. That’s no way to build a friendship, much less a relationship that she wanted to explore. She had to know when to give up the battle when he wasn’t even fighting.
So, when she saw a bouquet of her favorite blue daisies sitting against her windshield as she approached her car the following Friday after school, she was shocked to say the least. She picked up the flowers and found the note tucked inside:
Meet me at our spot after school. Please. – Theo
Since the note seemed to be an indication that he finally decided to make an effort, (Y/N) decided to give Theo the benefit of the doubt. She tossed her backpack in the backseat of her car and the daisies in the passenger seat before pulling out of the school parking lot and heading in the direction of their spot. Twenty minutes later, she put the car in park at the main entrance of the reserve and walked the trail until she saw him sitting on a rock by the river.
It wasn’t like this was their secret spot or anything, but they’d started coming to it about a month ago when she was having a bad day and he convinced her to skip school with him. He brought her here and they sat in silence for the most part until she started babbling about how her parents were going out of town once again and how they’re never around because of work. He listened as she complained, and that was all she needed. Ever since, they’d come here sometimes just to escape reality for a while. But of course, he never had anything to say about his own issues. (Y/N) was hoping that maybe this time would be different.
“This spot taken?” She asked softly as she gestured to the empty space next to him.
Theo shook his head and patted the spot next to him. “I’m glad you didn’t throw my note in the trash.” He offered her a soft smile.
“You got my favorite flowers. I couldn’t ignore that.” She responded with a simple shrug as she looked out at the creek. She was tempted to start the conversation, but this was his deal… he had to be the one to initiate it when he was ready.
So, they sat in silence for a few minutes as Theo gathered his thoughts and his courage. It wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence, but it also wasn’t exactly comfortable either. It was just a torturing silence that (Y/N) was desperate to fill, but she knew he was probably just gathering himself.
Finally, he spoke up. “I know your friends have told you some pretty bad things about me and what I’ve done,” this caused her to turn and face him so that he’d know she was really listening even though he was still looking out at the water. “And you should know that it’s all true.”
“But…”
Theo held up his hand, “I know you haven’t told me what they’ve said exactly, but it is. All of it. I know it’s horrible, and you have every right to hate me for it. I’d understand because they aren’t things I’m proud of, and sometimes I hate myself for doing them too.”
“Theo…” She tried to place her hand on his shoulder, but he turned to face her instead.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, (Y/N).” He said as he looked deep into her eyes. “You’re kind and understanding. You’re sweet and funny and beautiful, and I don’t deserve you as a friend. You’ve been trying to bust down these brick walls of mine for months, and I just keep building them higher because I’m afraid that once you see the real me, this… evil monster, you won’t want anything to do with me. It’s what I deserve, honestly, but the selfish part of me needs you in my life more than I need anything else.” His eyes hadn’t left hers, and she knew he could see the tears welling up. “You came into my life at just the right time. You were this breath of fresh air after suffocating in my own darkness. But then you started getting curious and I got scared. So the darkness eased its way back in.”
“So, I tried to keep you in my life, but at a safe distance. The way I acted was selfish, I know, but it’s the only thing I knew to do. Then you basically told me to get my head out of my ass and walked away.” He paused for a minute as she noticed him getting a little choked up. “This past week without you has been like hell all over again, (Y/N). You have every right to walk away, but this is me begging you not to and promising to try harder to be someone you deserve. I’m not saying it’s going to happen overnight or that it’s going to be easy. I just…” he grabbed her hand as he searched her eyes. “I don’t want to be that monster, and I’m afraid that if I lose you, that darkness will consume me again.”
Theo lowered his head as if he were ashamed of that confession. (Y/N) placed her hand under his chin and lifted his head so that he was looking back into her eyes. “I won’t let that happen.” She stated firmly and honestly so that he knew how much she meant it. She caressed his cheek, “you’re not going to lose me.”
He looked back at her in awe, sure that she was going to walk away from him again after his confession. Their eyes danced together a little as they each slowly leaned in, and as their lips met for the first time, it was like a spark ignited in both of their bodies. It was then that they knew there was no going back now.
The End.
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