Seeing everyone I've come to know be sad, mourn and blame themselves, I wanted to go back. Comfort them. Tell them I'm dead because of me.
The 'other side' is only for supernatural beings. So, if Scott died right now, he would be here with me. I want to be with Stiles. Well, I'm sitting on his bed, wrapping my arms around his waist. His tears went through my transparent arms. I started to feel his hands on my forearms, squeezing.
Could he feel me? His puffy eyes looked straight at me.
"Nillin?" He sounded scared.
My eyes widened, his hazel ones stared straight at me, "You can see me?"
"Yes! Oh my God! You're okay!" He stood up, looking dumbfounded.
"No, Stiles. I'm not. I'm on the Other Side." I turned sad.
"How am I seeing you then?"
"I think the witches are pushing me over. I don't know how long though. But, Stiles. I love you. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I've been here. All along. Crying with you. Holding you. I miss you, I really do."
"Nillin, how can I save you? I want you back. Alive. With me all the time. When will we be able to love each other?" Stiles walked toward me, holding my face inbetween his hands.
"I don't know. I will find some way to communicate with all of you," I felt a 'pain' in my head, "I have to go. Just know I'll be here with you. Even if you can't see me. I love you."
His touch faded; my complexion faded. Instantly, his eyes watered, tears falling again. His affection was still lively. Why couldn't I stay?
"I love you." We both said at the same time.
I wanted to comfort him again. Hold his hand, kiss his cheek, go to school with him. Love him. Seeing his heart silently break ruined me. We both had the same un-dying live for each other.
"Stiles. Come on. It's time for the memorial." Officer Stilinski pulled him from his room.
Both men left the home wearing suits. I scrambled into the car, still squeezing Stiles' hand. The people who lived there barely knew me, and yet, they're throwing a memorial.
"Everything will be okay, Stiles."
Stiles just shook his head. He wanted to believe it, but couldn't. I could feel his fear of forgetting about me.
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At the memorial, rain started to pour.
"So cliché."
Everybody wore black. Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Officer Stilinski, Dr. Deaton and Allison's father wore black suits. Lydia, Allison and Scott's Mother wore differing black dresses. One person arrived later.
"Derek. What are you doing here?" Stiles growled.
"Paying my respects. No harm." Derek said simply.
I walked around the 'family' tomb, looking at all of the names written. They were apart of Stiles' family. Thalia Stilinski. That must be his mother. Under her name.
Nillin Petrovich.
A very unwelcomed tear slid down my cheek. I turned to look at everyone. They all stood around the inside of the tomb. Nine candles lay on each side of the tomb. Stiles lit the first, placing a rose next to it.
Power surged through me. The candle's power pushed me over so I could write. The witches pushed over my appearance as the next was lit. The next few allowed me to talk.
"Nillin?" Lydia looked frightened.
"Thank you. All of you. Even you, Derek."
"How can we see you?" Scott spoke.
"Deaton? Care to explain?" Isaac turned to Dr. Deaton.
"I'm right here," I raised an eyebrow, "The spirits of the dead witches are allowing me to talk to the only people I have left. You all. I'm still wrapping my head around it, too. But, I'm here to tell all of you thank you."
"For what?" Lydia asked.
I stepped toward her, "You helped me stop mourning when I broke Stiles's heart. Aallison, you helped me around toen. Stiles." I paused, a tear slipping down my face, "You helped me so many things. You showed me I could trust somebody. To love somebody. Shoud I go on?" Tears ran down everybody's faces.
"Can we bring you back?" Stiles spoke up.
"Yes. But, only one way." I sadly looked down.
"How?"
"Granditerite and another witch. There's a spell that eill turn the stone into dust. And then, since nature needs the natural balance, it has to get even."
"How?" Allison turned to me.
"In exchange for my life... The other witch dies. The spell will kill them."
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A/N: Hello! It's been forever. Well... A few days. This took me a few days... I had to write an emotional chapter for once.. Teehee.
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