«33» Over The Hills

                                    

                                          
A Christmas Special! ❤
                          
" So, what are your plans for you and Lydia's anniversary today? " 
                          
" A lot, Scott. A lot. "
                          
Stiles and Scott were sitting across each other in the park on one of the tables set for the people who'd visit the place. It was a Sunday morning and a very good day for Stiles. He was celebrating his anniversary with Lydia in a very special number. Scott and Stiles were sipping tea and chatting usual. They asked each other a few questions about how their families had been and how they were doing until Stiles excused himself to buy a surprise bouquet of flowers for Lydia. Stiles went to the nearest flower shop where he bought the most expensive and most beautiful one possible. They were also Lydia's favorite. As cliché as it sounds, they were red roses. The sellers smiled and thanked them for buying in their shop before they wished him happy anniversary.
                          
After that, Stiles hopped in his jeep happily and joyfully. He drove like there was no tomorrow. He turned on his favorite type of music in his radio and tapped his hands on the wheel. Stiles had already bought other gifts for Lydia. Things husbands usually buy their wives on their anniversary.
                          
Stiles pulled over by the gate. He looked long at it and smiled at himself before taking the gifts with him and fixing his looks. Stiles then opened the gate. His shoulders and hands shaking a bit from the heaviness. He entered a gust of wind blew through the cold and eery surroundings he was in. 
                          
Stiles walked and walked until he reached the place. It was a big and very much alive tree. Stiles smiles looking at it and carefully climbed up the stairs since people need to climb over a slight flight of stairs to get to it. He got there and leaned his hand on the tree patting it like a dog.
                          
Then, that was when he turned around and before him was a tombstone.
                          
It was Lydia's tombstone.
                          
It was seventy-five-year-old Stiles. Lydia had already passed away fifteen years ago. It was their 50th anniversary that day. They were already fifty years married. That's why Stiles made it a special day. He bought all the things Lydia loved and carefully placed it right around her tombstone. He was on his knees and shaking. His old aged skin wrinkled and pale. Half of his body already shaking from his age.
                          
Stiles leaned in and reached for the piece of stone. His shoulder and hands shaking lightly as he does so. The moment his senescent fingers touched her grave, all the memories he had with Lydia flashed back through his mind like Barry Allen. Every single second and every moment he had with Lydia.
                          
When they were kids.
When they were a cliché duo.
When they were partners.
When they were teenagers.
When they were in high school.
When they slowly fell in love.
When they settled down.
When they grew old together.
                          
Stiles closed his still beautiful whiskey colored eyes. A smile spreading on his face. A soft sigh of felicity.
                          
A soft and gentle breeze blew through his now grayish white hair almost like as if Lydia passed through him and whispered something Stiles would never forget, " Remember I love you. " he said under his breath.
                          
With those thoughts in mind, Stiles gently leaned back and looked at the tombstone like he was looking at his deceased wife, Lydia Martin.
                          
"Happy 50th anniversary, my love."
                          
*loud screams from the readers*
I know. I know.
:''')))
                          
THANK YOU FOR READING!
-Kate