the unknown ↠ stiles stilinski¹✓ (REWRITTEN)

forty-two

Chapter forty-two✓

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damn.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't the way back to our rooms."

"And you would know that."

Olivia halted even though Stiles kept walking ahead of her. "Pause. Are you pissed or something?"

When he didn't stop to answer, Olivia grabbed his arm and turned to look at him sharply, preventing him from running off without answering her question. His eyes were lacking the warmth that she had grown to love and search for whenever she saw him. Now they were empty, cold and dark. It was upsetting. She would give anything to get it back for him.

"It's not like you went off to a mental institution and didn't tell anyone. So, yeah, I'm not even a little bit pissed off." His stare was scrutinizing. She could tell that he was angry with her, but she couldn't understand why he was furious. Just a few minutes ago at the group therapy session, he couldn't take his eyes off of her, but now as they were face to face, he wanted to look anywhere but her. There was some sort of hidden feeling that he was suppressing deep within his actions and words, but Olivia couldn't decode what it is he truly wanted to say.

Maybe she was just dense.

"I did it for the right reasons and I'm sure that the reason you're in here too, is the exact same as mine. So, let's not start fighting about something we both know is useless to waste our time on." She stated firmly.

She searched his eyes, looking for any sign that he was reconsidering. They were standing in the middle of the empty hallway for what seemed like ages. Stiles still held the stone cold demeanor, and it didn't look like it was going to drop anytime soon.

"You should have at least told me, Olivia." He finally said, his eyes softening ever so slightly. "After what we both went through, you should have told me before doing something this stupid. You left a lot of questions unanswered, and then what? You just disappear and left Melissa to relay the message that you went for a little trip to a fucking mental institution? To say I'm pissed is an understatement." he finished.

"Are you upset with me because I didn't say bye? Are you upset that I am trying to do what's best for you and our friends? Stiles, the moment I opened up to you about what's been happening to me, you got involved. That was the last thing that I wanted to happen. I feel so guilty for bringing you into this-"

"So, your first thought was to disappear? If you were that concerned, you should have stayed. You are the only person who can understand what's happening with me, but I was left to deal with it on my own. I stayed for you so you should have stayed for me."

Olivia clamped her mouth shut. He had quite a valid reason for being furious with her and she couldn't help but wonder if it was best if this new distance was coming between.

Fuck.

"I'm not apologizing."

That's not what she wanted to say.

"I'm not looking for an apology."

Fuck.

"Well, then why are we wasting our words on each other?" Olivia pushed past him and began walking, a sour taste lingering in her mouth. Her chest ached and throat swelled at the persisting urge of circling back to apologize for her harsh words.

She didn't look back to see if Stiles were following, but she could hear his soft footsteps behind her.

There came a passage that split between two hallways, one that would lead them back to the lobby and the other that dove deeper into the cursed building. Olivia automatically turned to head back, but when she didn't hear the following footsteps, she halted and pivoted around where she was face to face with nothing.