𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗲 | 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 [𝗥𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻]

𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻, 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀

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Isabelle was doing laundry as Stiles was cooking with the boys, she started folding the clothes that she had just pulled out of the dryer. Isabelle felt someone watching her making her turn around only to see a bright blue light. She dropped the tee shirt she was folding as she tried to reach out to the figure in the light. The figure turned its head making her tumble backward as she thought it looked like Brett. 

"Hey, are you okay, I heard you tumble back?" Stiles asked as he walked into the room

"Sorry, I thought I saw something but I was just seeing things," Isabelle spoke with a chuckle

"You look like you saw a ghost so are you sure that you are okay?" Stiles asked as he walked closer to his wife

"How are the boys at cooking?" Isabelle questioned changing the topic

"They are in the bathroom now cleaning up because they ended up pouring some sauce on them," Stiles responded making her chuckle 

"Well, they are carbon copies of you," Isabelle joked while he pulled her closer

Isabelle kissed him before going to see what her sons were doing leaving Stiles to finish the laundry. She walked into the living room to see Ry and Noe watching TV as the water boiled for the noodles on the stove. She walked over to her boys and pulled them into her lap as she watch the cartoon.

↬ 𝗙𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿...

Isabelle stood next to Liam as they listened to the preacher make his testimony about Brett and Lori's life and how they are going to a better place. Isabelle didn't believe in memorials as it's just a bunch of people who have nothing to do with the person they are saying goodbye to. She was looking down at the grass trying to not let her emotions take over as she heard the man talking. Once the man was done talking Isabelle started to walk back to the car.

"So, that's just it, you're just gonna go back to the car without saying goodbye to anyone?" Liam asked as he held her arm

"I don't know what you want me to do, Liam," Isabelle spoke as he scoffed

"You can't just leave because you're hurting," Liam explained as she rolled her eyes

"Let's not make a scene, alright?" Elizabeth asked her two kids

"He wants to talk about it, fine let's talk about it. I don't wanna be here because I'd rather be looking for the woman who killed him who is still out there by the way," Isabelle admitted to her mother and brother 

"We're going to find her," Scott added as they walked up to them 

"You'd rather be out there trying to get revenge than here saying goodbye to your best friend?" Liam questioned in a soft tone

"Liam, drop it please," Elizabeth pleaded with her son

"Brett and Lori are dead and she's more worried about the woman who did it," Liam scolded before Isabelle's eyes shined causing her to close them

"I'm worried about getting them justice so while you are worried about saying goodbye, I'm doing something about it," Isabelle stated before walking off

↬ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗗𝗮𝘆...

Isabelle looked up at the sound of footsteps behind her making her look up and see her husband covering her and their kids up as they had fallen asleep. She sat up holding the boys as she stood up, she walked into their rooms and put them down to bed. Stiles was leaning in the door frame watching her kiss them goodnight. 

"Are we going talk about what you saw?" Stiles as they walked to the kitchen 

"It doesn't matter since I was seeing things," Isabelle spoke making him give her a look

"You should know that I know you by now and I know that there is something that you're not telling me," Stiles added as she nodded her head

"I thought I saw Brett reaching out but I know that's not possible since he's dead," Isabelle spoke in a soft tone

"He was your best friend, It's okay to miss him," Stiles told her as she sighed

"Yeah, is Scott still coming for the party next week?" Isabelle asked while looking at him

"He's still coming but I'll ask him later so we know for sure," Stiles explained making her nod

"Look at us, we are planning our youngest son's second birthday," Isabelle smiled at the fact

Isabelle leaned her body into his before closing her eyes, Stiles kissed her forehead before he covered them up. Stiles smiled as he looked down at his wife, he felt bad that she was going through this and there was no way he could help her.

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