she went back to their home and died. left a voicemail on his phone, called him der-der liked she did before the fire. i’m so close, der-der! and then she died.
he has done this, he knows.
she’s in pieces, in halves. laura did nothing by halves. she lived in full, bright pieces that shine into his life. she laughed in full. cried in full. loved in full. laura was never half of anything, always the whole package.
and yet, laura is dead
a part of him is not surprised. a part of him has shirts stolen away, notes with her handwriting in it - scribbles with a lipstick kisses at the end, has videos of them, photos of her smiling, of her dancing - happy all saved up. a part of him put them in a fireproof lockbox hidden away. a part of him has always known she might be taken away.
a part of him is always right. and he hates it.
fuck okay I guess I really am going to watch the rest of season two and write that Lydia-resurrects-Laura-Hale fic, just so I can write the scene where she goes to find him and he cries all over her and accidentally breaks one of her ribs from hugging too hard but she doesn’t say anything because it’s Derek, and she was dead. And now she’s not, and everything is going to be okay.
Teen Wolf AU: Lydia resurrects Laura Hale.