How to be happy
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would you have not survived? | stydia
"You once told me that death isn't about you. It's about the people you leave behind," she reminisces with tears in her eyes. She's desperate, pleading. Stiles, for once, suddenly wishes she didn't pay any heed to his words back then. "Don't make me the one left behind." For the first time since this whole debacle started, Stiles understands her. He understands her more than he'd like to admit. He thinks about if their situations were reversed, and he was in her position. He too would do anything to protect her. He only wishes she loved him just a little bit less, so he could selfishly spend the rest of his days with her. Instead, he's standing in front of a small woman with more love in her heart - for him, and only him - than he ever could've anticipated. So, stupidly, he lets her go. - In which Stiles and Lydia separate, mourn, pine, and find their way back to one another. Canon-compliant fix-it fic. Pre, during, and post movie.Terminé
exhale.
From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.Terminé
I'm fine. |stiles stilinski•
"Scott... I, I- I have cancer." I say, shutting my eyes, waiting nervously for his reaction. "What?" He asks, in disbelief. "Yeah, I have-" "Don't say it again, Stiles!" He snaps, cutting me off. New Stiles story!! Sorry if I offend anyone who's gone through anything like this with my lack of medical knowledge, I have tried to research as much as I could, but have never experienced something like this so I tried my best to imagine it. Enjoy!!:)Terminé
My Heart Will Go On: A Collection Of Short Stories & Poems
There are little moments in life That can make my heart shine And a smile on your face can let me know That my heart will forever go on and on and on ~~~ A collectoon of short stories and free writing. Enjoy.Terminé
"You once told me that death isn't about you. It's about the people you leave behind," she reminisces with tears in her eyes. She's desperate, pleading. Stiles, for once, suddenly wishes she didn't pay any heed to his words back then. "Don't make me the one left behind." For the first time since this whole debacle started, Stiles understands her. He understands her more than he'd like to admit. He thinks about if their situations were reversed, and he was in her position. He too would do anything to protect her. He only wishes she loved him just a little bit less, so he could selfishly spend the rest of his days with her. Instead, he's standing in front of a small woman with more love in her heart - for him, and only him - than he ever could've anticipated. So, stupidly, he lets her go. - In which Stiles and Lydia separate, mourn, pine, and find their way back to one another. Canon-compliant fix-it fic. Pre, during, and post movie.
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