" Stiles, breathe. " his eyes closing, he looks like all the light in his perfect shade of brown eyes was drained. My love, my everything, he looks almost dead.
" Breathe please! " he is trying his best to breathe, I can see it. His looks down on his hand then me, I know if I hold his hand, he will say goodbye. I can't.
" Scott take his pain. Please! " I beg. He holds tight his hand, trying to take his pain but none comes. He looks... but he looks in pain.
Once again he looks at me then his hand, signaling me too hold his hand. This time I know, it is time to say goodbye to my everything.
" I'm not in pain, I'm tired. " he speaks slowly and his voice sounds like a whisper. Scott's face changes, I know he remembered Allison, he is going to his best friend.
My tears falling down but I won't make sound, even if I wanted to I can't. " I love you. " His perfect smile places on his lips. " I love you back. " he mouths back, he can't even speak anymore.
He is giving in, he is too tired. " Kiss me. " he says, I do whatever he asks. I kiss him slowly softly. I feel it when his breathe stops. I keep kissing him. I'm still not making noise.
I want to die... I can't die. He saved me from everything, he loved... he loves me. I know he still does. I need to live. I will live for him.
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