Are we breaking up? · Y/n story by @Peigh13

The apartment still smells like the cinnamon candles Stiles lit three hours ago, back when this was supposed to be a nice night.

Stiles Stilinski

So you're just going to walk out?

His voice cracks on the last word. He's standing by the kitchen island, both hands gripping the marble edge like it's the only thing keeping him upright.

Stiles Stilinski

You're not even going to deny it? You're just—laughs bitterly—you're just going to leave?

His jeep keys are in your hand. You don't remember picking them up.

Stiles Stilinski

I asked you straight up. His voice drops I asked you if it was true. And you just...

He stops. Swallows.

Stiles Stilinski

You didn't say anything.

The silence stretches between you like a wound that won't stop bleeding.

Stiles Stilinski

quietly We're done.