Drabble #48: Picture

Isaac was angry, but more than that, he was hurting. He hadn’t meant for things to get so out of control. He hadn’t meant to get so angry, either. He and Stiles were both on edge, probably more than they realized, and it had all blown up, leaving nothing behind.

Stiles didn’t want to work things out, and Isaac didn’t blame him for that. But that knowledge was enough to bring him to tears when he grabbed his phone to answer a text, and saw the picture of his and Stiles’ smiling faces beaming back at him from his screensaver.


[Progress Table]

IDIOT

Stiles felt like an idiot. He could see now that the downside of being in a relationship with someone you really cared about was that it hurt like all living fuck when it crashed and burned. Now his head hurt, his chest hurt, and his hand hurt from belting Jackson.

How had it all gone from feeling so great and being one thing in his world that held up through the painful curse he had been through, to making him feel like his heart had been ripped out by the roots? Life sucked... and lately, that’s all it seemed to do.

Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf // + Progress Table