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Dear My Love,

Scott always talked about you, like always. He wouldn't shut up about you, Allison this and Allison that but what he didn't know it we fell in love first.

As soon as you walked in the classroom, my eyes met yours. That was the start of it all. The nights we used to text until 2 in the morning, the times I held you when you broke down, the way you held my hand when you had to, the day you whispered "I love you".

Scott didn't have you first but I wasn't a werewolf with super strength and lighting speed, I was Stiles; the boy who lost it all.

Stiles

Dear Allison ArgentWhere stories live. Discover now