He's there, in her home, waiting for her the next day.
They sit in the quiet, close enough to touch the other but never actually touching.
The next day they repeat.
And the next.
And the next.
The visits are becoming a frequent thing.
Malia still does not like it.
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Phoenix || Malia Tate
FanfictionShe struggles with the human life, but it is not Stiles she confides in. It is a boy named Phoenix, who's eyes remind her a little too much of home.
