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don't say goodbye [stiles stilinski]

"No Y/N, no.." Stiles' voice was frantic, his fearful brown eyes reflecting his internal emotions. The fear coursing through his body started to freeze the tears that stung his eyes, replacing any grief with the sick feeling of pure dread. The person he loved, who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, was laying in his arms and slowly dying. He could see the colour begin to drain from Y/N's face, the pain jagged and real in her eyes. 

His shaking hand fell to her stomach, circling around the blood soaked wound. The air seemed to leave his lungs, the ability to breathe properly suddenly becoming an impossible task. His fingers traced her face, blood stained and twitching. Y/N forced a weak smile, fighting through the agony for Stiles. Her forehead gleamed with sweat, her skin pale and tears glistening her eyes. "Stiles.." She breathed, repeating his name in an effort to sound less weak. 

The boy shook his head rapidly, grasping her hand and squeezing it tightly. "I can't take your p-pain." He mumbled, continuing on when she attempted to hush him. "I'm n-not like Scott, I can't take your pain..I can't do anything." His voice cracked frequently, his words drowned out by unshed tears. Y/N held his hand as tightly as she physically could, reaching out her other hand to hold his face. "Stiles, you've already done more for me than you could imagine." She winced as the pain from her wound stabbed at her like knives. He allowed the tears to fall from his brown eyes then, scrunching his eyes shut in an attempt to stop the constant flow of them. "No, no, this is my fault. This is my fault. I did this. I couldn't save you in time." 

Y/N's eyes briefly flashed with the fiery spirit that Stiles loved so much. "Stilinski, this is not your fault? Do you hear me? You're never to think that. Do that for me, please." She ordered, her eyes boring into his teary ones. "Please. Be kind to yourself." Her tone softened as she pleaded, her thumb running over the constellation of moles on his cheek. He tried his hardest to get his breathing at a regular pace, and nodded sadly. "Just remember-" She started, the life in her eyes fading quickly. "remember what you've done for me. You showed me I could feel a love I never thought I'd experience." 

"Y/N, please don't. Please don't say your goodbyes. I love you." Stiles choked out, stroking her hair. "This isn't a goodbye, right? It's just-it's just the end of a chapter." Y/N whispered, managing the tiniest hint of a smile before the light finally left her eyes. Her body lay limply in Stiles' arms, and he glanced at her, in denial of the scene. "No, no, no." He muttered, hugging her to his chest. He remained entirely unaware of his surroundings, and Scott who sat beside him with tears in his eyes. Sobs racked Stiles' body, sudden huge waves of pain crashing over him. "I love you." He whispered, his voice barely audible. Every breath suddenly seemed to be a fresh stab of grief, and the tears seemed to fall endlessly.

 No amount of goodbyes could make losing Y/N more real for Stiles.