When Stiles’ mom was slowly dying in hospital, he made it his duty to draw her as many bright and colourful pictures as he could to decorate her terribly plain and depressing hospital room with
Everyday when his dad would pick him up to take him to visit her, he’d bring along a new picture.
Those pictures were the highlight of mama Stilinski’s days, until the day she died.
So saaad but so beautiful :D
Then one day, when Stiles came home from school, there was a box on the table. He could hear his father talking on the phone in the other room, to Scott’s mom probably.
Curiosity got the better of him, as it often did, and he pulled up a chair so he could climb up and peek inside. His father called for Stiles then, but everything just fell away, and it was like he could hear the ocean roaring in his ears.
The box was full of his drawings, each one he had taped up in his mother’s hospital room. Drawn during each visit, as brightly and prettily as she had wanted. A few of her other things sat there as well, in a box, not in her room where they should be.
His father picked him up and held him close, saying words that couldn’t pierce through the waves in his head. The only thing that remained coherant in his mind, was that those were not supposed to be here, that box was not supposed to be here. She was supposed to be here, that box was not her, Stiles wanted his mom, not a box of her things.
The ocean grew louder and louder, until he felt like his head would pop. All the while, his father held him close, trying to reach him.
That box was not supposed to be here.