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Imagine: Stiles when you two break up. "I just want to know, Y/N,"Stiles spoke in a small, quiet voice."why?" "I-I don't have a good answer for that, Stiles, I'm so sorry."You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him. You felt tears threatening to spill."I've got to go." "Wait."Stiles gently grabbed your wrist."Y/N, if this is about the hunters in your family we can work this out." You shook your head."No we can't. My Nana will kill you and all of our friends, if I don't leave Beacon Hills-" "Whoa, you're leaving Beacon Hills?"Stiles dropped your wrist in surprise, his eyes growing wide."Where are you going?" "Back to Mexico."You barely whispered."I don't want to go but if I don't..." "I know."Stiles pulled you into a hug."I love you." "I love you too."
