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Chapter 20

   "Dear Stiles Stilinski, 

                          I'm not sure how old I was but I do remember the first time I saw you perform like the back of my hand. It happened years ago, I was there for a friend of mine who was competing in the same competition as you. I watched as this awkward kid walk on stage, nearly tripping over his own feet and I found it funny.

Gosh, what was up with that kid?

But as you played that first note and pressed that key, I was immediately drawn in, heck I was sucked in, like you were using a vacuum instead of playing the piano to suck the whole crowd in, does that makes sense? Anyways, it was beautiful, so much more beautiful and magnificent than Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night painting. Someone cried beside me, which was unexpected.

But then you gave up the piano. You gave up something that changed everyone's lives, including mine. I hated you for that you fucking bastard.

Days after I saw your performance, I started learning the violin so that one day I could perform with you, which was why I was so desperate for you to become my accompanist in the first place. When I found out that we were going to the same high school I was more than just happy. I know you probably haven't seen or noticed me before but you'll know why, you'll see.

The summer before high school started, I found out that I was diagnosed with leukemia so during the first few months of high school, I had regular check-ups and had to deal with medical shit which was why I was almost absent for the first year of high school. I could've done chemo but I didn't see the point since I was going to die anyway.

Then one night, I heard my parents crying outside and that's when I knew I didn't have much time left to live my life.

So i decided to change.

I stopped holding back and did whatever the hell I want. I stopped existing and started living because there was no way I'm leaving here with regrets.  That's when I started going to school more often. I changed the way of playing the violin, not caring about the music scores. I stopped hiding in the shadows and since Allison was my lab partner, we became best friends.

And that is how I finally met you.

Remember how I said thank you that night on the field surrounded with numerous of fireflies? Well I wasn't saying thank you for just agreeing on doing the shit I told you to do.

I was saying thank you for everything.

For inspiring to play music, for putting up with me and my annoying ways, for making my last days on earth worth something. Funny how music can change anyone in a matter of minutes? Funny how the memories I cherished with you are just us doing little things you know?

Did my music made it into your heart Stilinski? Did it reach you? Did you regret anything we did together? Will you ever forget me? Oh God, please don't. At least remember me a little. I hope you won't forget me, promise me you won't. Oh and I have one more thing to tell you:

I love you.

God I love you so damn much and I'm sorry for everything, for not telling you about my ill state, for being selfish at times, for not telling you all of this and being a coward to confront my own feelings because I didn't want to get too attached to anyone but in the end I did, i'm sorry that I put you through a lot.

Even when I'm dead and gone, life still goes on. Dogs still bark at cats, people still go to work, and flowers still bloom. So please do me one last favor Stiles, stop existing and start living. Continue to play the piano, win the competition, and do whatever the fuck you want. Don't let me hold you back okay? Promise me this.

Thank you for everything Stiles. I hope you forgive me and won't forget me.

                                                                                                                                                                  Sincerely, Lydia."

"But how could I ever forget you?" Stiles muttered, staring at the letter, "How could I forget someone who became a part of me."