Summary: Moving is always sad when you leave things behind. When you have to leave Beacon Hills, you’re more than demolished. You force yourself to forget to be able to move on, but you regret forgetting the day you come back to town, years after your departure. What did you forget? And why does it seem so important for Scott?
Word count: 2070
Requested? Yes, by @5sospoplikerock
Pairing: Reader x Scott
A/N: Wow this took long. Sorry for the wait! I hope you like it! Thanks to @maddie110201 who helped me with this story as well!!
“Promise me!” You asked, crying, your little fist constantly wiping away the tears from your cheeks.
“I promise you, one day I’ll marry you, Y/N.” His voice rang against your ear. You can’t help the little laugh that escaped your mouth.
“I’ll come back. I’ll come back, I swear, I promise, Scott, I’ll come back and make you hold your promise.”
“I can’t wait. I miss you already,” Scott mumbled, passing his hand on your soaked cheek and then on your ear to replace a lock of hair behind it.
And then, even if you two were young, you knew what to do. You mouth already closed as you keep getting closer until your lips collided gently for a deep and painful goodbye kiss. You didn’t know if you were going to see him again.
But you made a promise. And he made one too.
It’s been years. Years since you left, left Beacon Hills behind because your parents had to move for work. You had been so sad, demolished, cried for weeks over this city, all your friends, and especially him, your best friend. Scott. You had missed him so much, especially at the beginning. His absence was worse than a hole in your chest; you had so much trouble making new friends. But you had succeeded, over time.
And now, 18 years old, your parents were moving again.
To Beacon Hills.