Lost Homes
Malia trudged up the Stilinski’s stairs to the front door. She stared at the doorknob and clung to it thoughtlessly. She used to do this all the time, just walk in and be at ease. Grab junk food, cuddle with Stiles. Now there was a barrier between her and that place, a space betwixt them. They were no longer lovers. She had no idea what that meant. The knob flew out of her hand and she was surprised to find Stiles face to face with her.










