1x23: let her go

Just like so many others,
I believe a relationship is
about the future.

If you can’t see yourself curled up in bed every Sunday morning with her for the rest of your life,
Let her go.

If you aren’t excited to take her places she’s never been before just to see the look on her face,
Let her go.

If you don’t love surprising her because you know she hates it,
Let her go.

If you can picture yourself in a place that you love, and not wish she was there with you,
Let her go.

If you can imagine your life without her,
Let her go.

Just please let her go so someone else can love her more.

She deserves to be loved.

—  I Will Never Let You Go
Let Her Go (part two)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon.

Tagging: @thiscuriouslymiss

Part One

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Friday rolled around quicker than (Y/N) was prepared for, she closed her eyes as tears flowed down her cheeks bringing along mascara and eyeliner that wasn’t sitting perfectly. Her skin was pale, her lips were a tint of blue and her eyes were bloodshot. Opening her eyes, she came face to face with a zombie; someone she was accustomed to be now.

She threw her head back and sighed loudly, running her hand through her hair; letting the newly fresh curls spill over her shoulders. “Why can’t I just be normal?” She cried, sobbing into the palm of her hand. (Y/N)’s eyes glanced at her phone and when she saw it was six o’clock already, she let out a louder sob.

Her father rushed into her room in a split second, hearing the noise of his daughter caused his heart rate to pick up. “Princess,” He sighed, walking up to her desk and engulfing her into a hug. “What’s wrong?”

“I have a date,” She sighed, relaxing into the familiar scent of her father. Bert looked down at (Y/N) in shock, not once this week did she mention that she had a date, nor that she had a friend. Bert knelt down in front of his crying daughter, grasping her face in his hand and wiping away the black liquid. “And who is this lucky fella?” Bert teased causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes.

(Y/N) stared behind her father into her reflection, feeling slightly better already. “The Sheriff’s son.” She whispered, just audible enough for Bert to hear and he let a laugh as Noah’s son appeared in his mind. “Nice lad.” He noted, before his smile faltered, “And why are you crying?” His worried eyes followed (Y/N)’s glance to the makeup and clothes thrown on the bed.

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