«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were Lydia's girlfriend and died. *** "Lydia, is everything okay?" Stiles asked the redhead. She turned around, shaking her hair. "Yes, everything is fine, why do you ask?" with a slight bewilderment in her voice, she asked. "You've been acting strangely lately," carefully looking into the face of his first love, Stilinski explained. "Ah, this is… Oh, just problems with mom, don't pay attention," Martin waved her hand nonchalantly. She tried not to worry her friends in vain, because she herself was to blame for the death of her girlfriend… *** Lydia bathed calmly, rejoicing that at least one day after your death, she would be able to spend without the company of your ghost in her bathroom and a constant reminder of what she had lost. Wiping her wet hair, the girl looked in the mirror, but there was nothing to see, because it was fogged up, so she wiped it, which she immediately regretted. "Lyds, you could have saved me, but why didn't you?" perched on the side of the bathroom, you looked at the girl. "I couldn't, I'm sorry, Y/N..." looking in the mirror and crying, Lydia whispered with trembling lips. You slowly slid off the seat and approached your girlfriend. "Nothing, soon we will be together, my dear, soon..." standing behind her, you stroked her cheek and disappeared. *** "Scott, she's here," the banshee's voice was full of anxiety, fatigue and doom. The girl called from the bathroom, in which she planned to just swim, and in the end she lay and stared at you with all her eyes, sitting next to you again and smiling happily. "I'll be right there, wait for me," McCall instantly replied and disconnected, rushing to the aid of a member of his pack. But your spirit was too strong to resist for a long time, so when Scott arrived, he found only the still warm corpse of his friend.