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"It's my turn," Malia said and ripped off her top, we all looked at her. "I have plenty of memories of Stiles, too."

"It's too dangerous." Lydia disagreed.

"Not as dangerous as doing nothing," Scott said. "She'll probably handle the cold better than me."

"But first how did Stacey remember him? Without having to go into that machine?" Lydia asked, glancing at me.

"I don't know." I calmly said. "Maybe I have more of an emotional connection with him out of all of us?"

It's just a theory. "If it's all about connection, then Stiles was the first person I connected with in a long time."

Scott turned his head to me. "She'll need a visual." Scott told me.

I had already thought of something, something that might work just as well as the lockers did. "Okay, I think I have an idea." I say. "But Malia, if your heart rate goes down like Scott's, or if we think you're going to freeze to death..."

"Then get me the hell out of there." Malia agreed. Lydia then opened the door and Malia stepped into the machine, and Lydia had closed the door.

Malia closed her eyes and I waited a few seconds. "Now, picture yourself at the school library," I start off with and gave her a few seconds. "Now, can you see yourself there? Are you in the library now?"

"I'm here. I'm in the library." Malia had opened her eyes and she didn't even blink.

"Can you see the books?" I continue.

"I see them." She replied.

"Concentrate on one of them. The books on the shelves are your memories. Everything's that's ever happened to you. Find the shelf that has all of your memories of Stiles. Try to find the memory where you made some kind of connection with him." I paused, waiting for a couple of seconds. "Did you find something?"

"I definitely connected," Malia responds. It's been a few seconds. "Stiles, where are you going?" Okay, so it's definitely working. Scott and I looked at each other.

"Malia?" I call. Her eyes had just shut, making me very worried.

"Malia, open your eyes." Scott said.

"Malia, can you hear us?" Lydia pleads.

"Open your eyes, Malia."

Oh, my god, the machine is freezing up again. Malia then opened her eyes and gasped, placing a hand on the window. "Scott, look." Lydia said and you can hear the thunder outside. "Something's happening."

You can now hear the machine going off, Malia gasping for air. She sounded like she was struggling so, Scott, Lydia and I pulled on the latch to try and unlock the door. Lydia had quickly turned off the machine once the door was opened and Malia stumbles out into Scott's arms.

She looked like she was freezing.

She shivers in Scott's arms, her breaths were slow and heavy, her eyes widen. Malia was soon wrapped around in a towel, warming herself up. Lydia was doing something with the machine, flicking the switches.

"What are you doing?" I asked my strawberry blonde friend who looked back at me.

"It's too dangerous. We're not going to save anyone by freezing you guys to death." Lydia simply said.

"But it was working, wasn't it?" Malia asked.

"There was a light and a strange noise. No Stiles." I say, backing up Lydia.

"But I remember him now. I can see him in my head." Scott tells us.

"So can I." Malia says.

"He's more real now than he's ever been." Scott explains. I want that. I want remember Stiles so much. I want to remember his touch, his kisses. Everything. "If we can bring Stiles back, we can bring everyone back."

"There's a huge difference in being vivid memory and an actaul corporeal human being."

"I know. Which is why I think it should be Stacey," Scott said, turning his head to me.

"I won't last two minutes in there." I scoff.

"Then think of something else. Malia's right." Scott said. "It's all about the connections. When I remembering him, I was also remembering the two for you, together. Ever since from day one, Stace. I don't think anyone had a connection like you guys."

"I saw it, too." Malia adds in. "You have to try, Stacey,"

"Then we have to do it the old fashion way," Lydia said. "We're going to actually have to hyotize Stacey,"

"My mother had a hypnotist who helped her quite smoking." Lydia explained, I was sitting at a desk and Lydia was writing something down. "She had me see the same one when I was ten."

"You smoked when you were ten?" Scott asked, shocked.

"No. I bit my fingernails." Lydia scoffed. "Just find another lighter or a candle, please."

"Too much?" Malia asked, and I looked over and saw her use a flamer.

Scott then walked beside Malia. "I got one." He got a candle. Malia takes the candle from Scott and they all walked over to me. Malia puts the candle on fire and Lydia holds the piece of paper. "Whats that?"

"An induction script. I am going to talk Stacey through this I'll just read to you, Stacey," I nod my head and she looked down at the paper. "Take a deep breath and look at the candle," her voice was relaxing and soft. I take a deep breath, and I looked at the candle. "Feel the muscles in your body being to relax. Your hands relaxing. Your eyelids relaxing." I close my eyes lids, relaxing them.

"As you relax, imagine you're sitting in front of a TV." Lydia continued, and suddenly, I was in a different world. I was in my hsitory classroom, with the TV in front of me and there beside me was the remote itself. "When you turn the TV on, it's going to play memories of your life. The remote gives you total control. You can play any memory you want. All you have to do is hit the button."

I glanced down at my desk and there was the TV remote, I grabbed the TV remote, it felt so real. I then hit the button.

"No way am I crossing that. I'm not getting my boots wet."

I raise an eyebrow at myself, seeing myself in the woods from the time where it all begun.

"Get on my back." I watch myself hop on Stiles' back with a smile.

I clicked another button.

I watch Stiles being goofy with a nerve gun, my god he's so handsome. He so real. We were on FaceTime then.

I clicked another button.

"How'd talking to Lydia go?" I watched myself being upset because I thought that Stiles had a crush on Lydia.

"I didn't, actually," Stiles cleared his throat, we were in the hospital room. "I actually wanted to talk to you instead, Stace."

I clicked another button.

"Why'd you do that?" I see myself ask. "Why'd you kiss me?" My eyes were scanning his face.

"Because I love you." Stiles whisper to my younger self.

I click another button, wanting more memories.

"Is Stiles here?" I watch as I was on the hospital bed, looking pretty disgusting.

"Yeah, actually, he's been here all weekend," Mum replied, smiling.

I fast forward that scene.

"How're you feeling?" Stiles asked me.

"So much better," I had mumbled him.

I clicked another button.

"Race you to the top?" I watched myself being handiest to the climbing wall during PE.

"Bring it on, McCall." Stiles grinned, as he started to climb his way up to the top.

I clicked.

"I have the best boyfriend ever." I looked at my younger self, ew, who is she? We were in the skating rink on a double date plus Lydia.

"Does that deserve a kiss?" I had chuckled, and I had given him a kiss on the cheek before I stand up. "Oh, come on, you know what I meant!"

"Come on, Stiles, we don't wanna waste time!" I was smiling, walking down into the ice skating rink. "If you catch me, maybe you get a kiss."

"I'll take that chance!"

I click another button.

"Stiles! Shoot!" I yelled at Stiles, we were at the game, he seemed to make eye contact with me then rips it apart as he turned around and shoots the ball in the net. I was screaming with excitement, jumping up and down, clapping my hands.

My smile was huge, me and Stilinski were yelling at the top of our lungs, cheering for Stiles. I didn't even notice Lydia had sat down by us, but she was screaming too.

"I scored a goal!" Stiles yelled.

I was screaming, Stiles made eye contact with me again, he couldn't stop smiling. He pumped a fist in the air, and I blew a kiss out to him, clapping my hands.

I clicked another button.

"How much do you know about this stuff?" Stiles asked me.

"A little bit but half of it is like a dream."

"Yeah, well the other half is a freaking nightmare!" Stiles sighed.

"I know. I don't care."

"That's the problem." Stiles started. "You don't care about getting hurt. But you know how I feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind. You see, death doesn't happen to you, Stacey. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh? And look at my face, huh? Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?"

I clicked rewind.

"Why do you have women's jewellery?" I asked, chuckling.

"Oh, no, uh." Stiles quickly jumped up, and followed me. "I just... I got you something, um." I raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you get me something? It's not my birthday," I shake my head, and he quickly grabbed a small blue box from the table and stepped forward.

"Stace. You don't have to have a birthday to receive birthday presents, you know? Maybe, maybe someone just really loves you and thinks you deserve the world... but instead, they- they give you... well, this."

I watch as Stiles hands me the box, and I looked at him. I take the box out of his hands carefully, and I opened it. My eyes widen when I saw it was a beautiful silver necklace, it was a love heart, and in graved in it was S & S. I held it in my hand, biting my lip, to stop myself from crying.

"So.. do you like it?" Stiles whispers, I then looked up at him.

"Stiles, I love it." I smiled at him. "Put it on me?" He nodded, and he walked over to me. He took the necklace from my hand, and he unclips it. He then puts the necklace around my neck, clipping it together. I turn my head, and we were close. I smiled and gave him a small kiss.

I paused it, and placed a hand on my neck and felt the necklace there. He gave me this necklace.

I pressed another button.

"Get down! Everyone get down!" Ms. Blake yells at everyone, as crows fly around in the room. Stiles had got to his seat, and I got up and he pulled me down on top of him. Protecting me once again. I was breathing heavily, I couldn't see what was going on.

Stiles intertwines his fingers with mine, our breathing mixed around with each other. I closed my eyes, begging for this to be over.

I pressed another button.

"We already called 911." I quickly said.

"You called the police before you called me?" Stiles asked me, a little bit of hurt in his voice.

"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" I ask, and Stiles stared at me as if I was crazy.

"Yes!"

I pressed another button.

"Three months." Catilin whispers. She then looked up at us. "What about you two?"

Stiles and I looked at each other quickly, and I frowned. "About 9 or ten months... how'd you know?" I softly asked, and Caitlin smiled at us small.

"Ten months and five days," Stiles quickly corrected. Of course, Stiles would keep track. Not that I'm complaining.

"The way you to look at each other... it's how I look at Emily," Caitlin sighed.

I pressed another button.

"This sucks." I mutter as I stand next to Stiles.

"Hey, you have a choice, I don't." Stiles laughed at me, and I rolled my eyes. We were at the start of the line for the cross-country, I don't know how- but Stiles convinced me to run with him. He said it was going to be fun, he said it was just going to be us. Well, something like that.

"I was basically forced. I didn't get a say," I told him, and he rolled his eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me, you forced me to come on this cross-country run. You suck."

"That sounded so bad, Stace." Stiles smiled at me, I huff, god. "I love you." I cross my arms and waited for Coach to blow the damn whistle. "Come on, Stacey, this is when you're supposed to say I love you back... you know." I exhale deeply and stared straight ahead. Maybe I should run with Scott. "Don't make me tickle you."

I didn't even need to see Stiles to know he's smirking down at me. I raise my head up high, pay no attention, Stacey. "One..." He's bluffing. "Two..." he wouldn't. "Three." From the corner off my eye I saw his hands move to my waste, and with reflex, I jump out of the way, glaring at him.

"Okay, okay, okay," I glare. "I love you too." I frown at him and he smiled at me, before bringing him closer to me.

I clicked another button.

"I..." Stiles trails off, and looks past Scott's shoulder. "Can you hear that?" My boyfriend points over to mum and the Sheriff, meaning the conversation.

"They found a body," Scott turns back to us.

I let out a laugh.

"That's iconic. Isn't that how all this started?" I asked allowed, but they both ignored me.

I clicked another button.

"We're not Psychic." I remind him.

"Lydia's something! And I think you're actually connected to Lydia!" Stiles burst out, and I jumped slightly. "Just... please, Lydia, put out your hand."

I clicked another button.

"You need your sleep, go back to sleep, Stiles." I rub his back softly.

"So do you, Stace. What's wrong?" Stiles quietly said, looking over at me. I shrug one of my shoulders, and I let out a yawn, then I rub my eyes and blinked several times. Stiles chuckled at me and I roll my eyes gently.

"I just have a lot on my mind, you know?" I reply, I just want to watch Stiles sleep again. That was peaceful, and at that moment, I had forgotten everything around us. Stiles nods, understanding perfectly.

"I know, baby, I know,"

I clicked another button.

"Is he looking at Stacey?" Stiles stepped forward, going all protective mode. "Are you threatening her? You know what I'm going to do? I'm gonna break off an extra-large branch of Mountian Ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking...-"

"Stiles, okay, we get it." I pull Stiles back. "Thank you,"

I clicked another button.

"We're here for Cora," Scott said.

"What, all of you?" I asked.

"Why does Stiles have my bat?" Mum stands next to me, her arms crossed.

I clicked another button.

"Just try and think about something else, anything else." I plead.

"Like what?" Stiles asks, his breathing high pitched and fast.

"Happy things, good things, friends, family..." I wince. "Oh, I mean, not family. Um, think about me. Stiles? Hey, baby, think about me." I cup hand around his face, staring into his eyes. "Breathe with me, Stiles. Try slow your breathing with mine, okay? Baby, come on, do this with me."

He gasps. "I can't... I can't." He was hyperventilating, making me worried.

"Sh, sh, Stiles look at me." I whisper. Holding your breath helps a panic attack, so when you kissed me, you held your breath. Stiles word's flash through my mind, and before I know it, I connected my lips onto his. He held his breath. I close my eyes and pressed my body against his and he forced me onto his lap.

My legs are wrapped around him. I slowly pulled away, when his breathing was back to normal and I smiled. "Ooh. How'd you do that?" Stiles asks, looking at me.

"I, uh... you told me when I had my panic attack that uh, um, holding your breath helps a panic attack, so when you kissed me, you held your breath."

I clicked another button.

"Stacey, I know you better than Scott knows you." Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "You can't tell me that you're not enjoying this one little bit? If I were you, I'd be enjoying this a lot, saying stuff like, now you know what it feels like."

I snort. "I would be, but I'm not that type of girlfriend."

I clicked another button.

"Hey..." I trailed off, and placed one foot behind mine nervously, I saw Scott exiting the room they were in, leaving. I bite on my lower lip and held the book in front of me. I felt bad now. Was I not supposed to see this?

"Surprise." Stiles suddenly spoke, surprising me. I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean? I went through your things, Stiles-"

"I was gonna give it to you when I was finished, but you kind of ruined the surprise..." Stiles informed me, and my mouth hung. This book was a surprise. For me. He made this for me. "It was supposed to be a birthday present thing. But now it can be an early one..."

"Why did you go through all this trouble for me?" I asked, gesturing my hand towards the book. He made me a freaking book, which I love.

"Have you read the back of the book yet?" Stiles asked, my head snaps down to the book, and I flip through the page, then to the back and I stared at the letters on there. Because I love you. "I mean, it's cliche, but, I needed something to remind of us. Something to be remembered by,  then Lydia gave me this idea, making a memory book. I haven't finished it yet, it's still got some pictures missing plus more-"

I cut him off by connecting my lips together.

I clicked another button.

"Well, I certainly don't want you dead. If your dead, I might as well be dead. Now, thanks to you, I have to thank Isaac for being there." Stiles grumbled and I laugh. I then hear a knock on my door, and I frown. Who the hell knocks? No one does at my house. "Also, the files that my dad had been working on, are you now going to your dad."

I let out a small growl of annoyance. "I've gotta go," I told him quickly, swinging my legs over the bed. "I love you."

"I love you more."

I clicked another button.

"You don't need the instructions," I told him calmly. "When is the last time you've ever used instructions, am I right?" He looked up at me. "You don't need them because you're too smart to waste your time with them, okay? You can figure it out." I let a tear slip down my cheek. "Stiles, you are the one that always figures it out. So, you can do it. Figure it out."

I clicked another button.

"Stacey... I don't... I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here." Stiles whispers shakily, making my eyes widen. He sounded scared. "I think I was sleepwalking."

"Okay, um, can you see anything?" I ask. "Just tell me what you see."

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see." Stiles mumbled. "I think there's something wrong with my..." The phone disconnects, making my eyes water. I then jump up, and I pace around, trying to call him again.

"Hey..."

"Stiles?" I quickly ask.

"This is Stiles-"

"And Stacey!"

I clicked another button.

"I promised you one day I would watch it. Now, we're watching it." I told him. "Do you have popcorn?"

"Do we need popcorn? I prefer to eat you instead." Stiles grinned, I rolled my eyes. "We're watching the whole series, right?" My mouth dropped.

"There's a whole series?" I yelled out, Stiles forced out a laugh. "I thought there was one!" Stiles sighed. "If I knew there was a whole series, I would've brought the whole lot, sorry, there's-"

"Babe, it's fine."

I clicked another button.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked softly. "You look... nervous?"

"Yeah, it's called anxiety," Stiles mutters. "You should be familiar with that by now, you're smart enough to know when I have anxiety since it's pretty much a constant state for me."

"Why is this thing so important to you?" I asked. The rain gets louder and louder.

"It's not," Stiles said a little too quickly, and I tilt my head to one side, crossing my arms. "It's not... uh, I don't know, maybe it is." He scratched his neck. "I asked my dad the other day about his high school friends. Guess how many he still talks to? None. Not a single one. You know, these were his best friends and he just says he lost touch with them, you know, so I started thinking like I always do,"

"Obsessively," I murmur, and he nodded.

"Yeah, and so I was thinking, what if..." He trailed off, and we connect eyes. "What if you guys are my best friend's now, you know, but you guys aren't my best friends for life?"

"Doesn't that happen sometimes?" I asked softly. I remember thinking I would never lose Stiles. A tear slip down my cheek.

"Yeah, but only because we let it happen." Stiles sighed. "You know, that's what I'm saying. How come when we graduate we're just expected to go our separate ways? If I've already found the best people in my life, why am I not trying to stay with them, you know?"

"Well, I thought that was the plan. The dream." I nodded.

"The vision." Stiles corrected. "Don't mock the vision."

"I... I like the vision," I told him, stepping forward. "Especially if I'm part of it." I then pout a little, my eyes softening, realizing why now. "So that's why you wanted everyone here tonight. Because you don't want to lose all your friends after senior year,"

"And I hope they don't lose me, either," Stiles murmurs.

"If someone tries splitting us up, they're going to have to try very hard." I smiled. "I'm not going to lose you, okay? Nor are you going to lose me. Because I love you, and because you love me and if two people love each other, and they can see each other in their futures, then... then we're not gonna lose each other,"

Stiles smiled down at me. He then connected our lips.

I clicked another button.

"I don't know, Stiles." I sighed, running a hand through my hair and he looked down at the ground. "I mean, I see why you're worried. He's really hot. He's got like, great hair, perfect body, you should definitely feel threatened."

"Thank you." Stiles sarcastically said. "Because now I do. More than ever."

"Aw, babe." I smiled softly and at him and we both leaned in. We gave each other a small peck. "You'll always be my number one."

I clicked another button.

"You don't have to come," I say softly. "Malia's not going either. Besides, Lydia's going to be by my side the entire time."

"Malia's not going because she knows that that place is a nightmare asylum of insanity and death, okay?" Stiles tells me, shrugging on his red jacket. "Let's go."

I notice him wince, making me cock my head a little. "What was that?" I asked.

"What was what?" Stiles played dumb, making me slightly upset. He's hiding something from me.

"You winced." I pointed out.

He zipped up his jacket. "I have a bad elbow," he answered.

"It was your shoulder," I caught his lie.

"Pain radiates. It does that." Stiles rolled his eyes, he tried to make his way out of the door but I sidestepped in front of him. He sighed. "You're not going without me. You remember what happened to Deaton when he talked to Valack?"

"Scott, Kira, and Lydia are going to be there." I remind him.

"Okay. I'm not letting you go to a place where one of the orderlies almost killed Lydia." Stiles said.

"He almost killed you, too," I exclaimed.

"And we're both still alive, see? Teamwork!" Stiles sarcastically said making me growl under my breath. "Stacey, I'm doing this because I love you and I don't want to see you get hurt by Valack."

"I love you too!" I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Great! Then I'm coming with," Stiles said, on his way past he kissed my forehead and walked out the door.

I clicked another button.

"Emergency chocolate?" he guessed and I nodded.

"Hell yeah," I nodded, opening the packet up and I broke off some chocolate and handed Stiles a piece. He took it without a problem and we both moaned at the same time at the deliciousness. "Hey, remember when we use to do this all the time? But it was Mum's chocolate."

"Yeah, she got mad at us. She got over it though." Stiles chuckles, breaking off some more chocolate.

"I feel like I owe her a lot," I tell him, breaking off a piece for myself. Carmel chocolate was my favorite. "For putting up with me, as well. Me and Scott. We were probably the most annoying kids in the entire world."                       

Stiles scoffed. "Like that one time where you guys pulled off that prank on your Mum?" I let out a giggle, nodding. Scott and I were the masters at pulling pranks off around the house. We were always grounded for it. Or, however, put in the naughty corner.

"Glad wrap over the toilet seat is a classic." I grin at him.

"Oh, do you remember that sleepover that we had and we had a nerf gun war?" Stiles asked, his whole face was lit up making me grin some more.

"It wasn't just one time, it was all the time," I remind him. Every. Single. Saturday. "I won all of them."

"Ah, I think you have it all wrong, I won all of them," Stiles cocked his head in fake confusion.

"Oh, come on, now, don't do this." I shake my head at him. "Make it easy for yourself, tell me that I won all of them then we'll let this argument go."

"But I won them," Stiles protested childishly making me giggle.

"Fine, let's ask Scotty," I turned on my heel

I clicked another button.

I bumped into someone and my mouth dropped when I saw Stiles there, looking concerned. "Stacey, are you okay?" Stiles asks gently, he grabs ahold of my two hands and I pressed my lips together. "Why do you look... oh," his face turned pale, probably realizing that I already knew.

"Yeah," I mumble and let out a sigh. "Stiles you could've told me. I would've understood."

"You would've looked at me like I was murder like you are right now." Stiles figured and I shake my head. The hallways were quickly emptied, thankfully.

"It was out of defence." I remind him. "I would never think of you as murder when you did it to defend yourself. There is a huge difference between self-defence and actual murder. You out of all people should know that."

Stiles' shoulders relaxed a little bit, there was still worried in his eyes though. "I thought I would've lost you and Scott."

"I love you. Okay?" I remind him. "You're not going to lose me." I then wrapped him in my arms, because he looked like he needed a hug right now. He relaxed completely, his arms wrap around me.

"Oh, my God." Stiles murmured. "Thank you so much."

I clicked another button.

"What are you hiding from me?" I quickly said. "I thought we had an honest relationship, Stiles." 

"We do!" Stiles blurts, his hands continued to shake and I pulled away from him. My heart hammers against my chest.

"What did you do behind my back, Stiles?" I whisper, my eyes becoming blurring.

"I've cheated," Stiles whispered, my eyes widen and I felt my heart physically break.

"Cheated?" My voice breaks. "What do you mean?"

He looked at me, tears slowly coming out. "I've been such an unloyal boyfriend, Stacey. During Heather's party, I... well, she kissed me. I told her no. She understood..."

"But?" I murmured. I can't believe Heather kissed my boyfriend. I closed my eyes. I'm so confused.

"I cheated again." He murmured, making me looked over at him. My mouth falls. He not only cheated on me once, but he cheated on me twice? "I mean, we were broken up then, but I feel so bad, Stacey, you have no idea."

"When we were taking a break? But you knew we were going to get back together." I snap, my emotions taking over. "What did you do this time, have sex with one of my best friends?"

He didn't say anything, his eyes wander over to the wheel. "Yes." The rain pours down heavier. Nope, that's just my eyes.

I felt my heart shatter. "I thought you were gonna wait for me." I murmur. "Who was it?"

He looked down at his lap. "Malia." He mumbled. But I still heard it.

Now that stung. How could Malia do this? No wonder she and Stiles got along so well at the start... it makes perfect sense. My hand reaches for the handle.

"You're right, you are an unloyal boyfriend," I mutter, before opening the door.

"Wait, Stacey, please," Stiles begged, trying to touch me but I got out of the door and the rain-drenched me, once again.

"Fuck you, Stiles." I seethed. "Leave me alone."

I clicked another button

"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles looked down at me, as we looked around. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes.

"It's not the town, it's the plan." I scoff.

"What's wrong with the plan?"

"Stiles." We lock eyes. "This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with and that's saying a lot. You're aware of that, right?"

"I'm aware it's not our best." Stiles nodded.

"We are going to die," I mutter, and we continue to walk.

"Are you saying that as a Banshee or you're just being pessimistic?" Stiles asked

"I'm saying it as a person who doesn't want to die." I smiled sarcastically.

"Okay, would you just mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?"

I clicked another button.

"Stacey, you will." Stiles softly whispers, making me shed a tear or two. "Just try to find a way for you to remember me, okay?"

"I can never forget you." My hand reached up to his cheek and I rub it softly, and I let a sob escape my mouth.

"Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with?" Stiles softly said. I nodded. "Our first kiss? Or how I had a crush on your freshman year. Sophomore year? Junior year? Remember how you saved my life?"

"You've saved my life too." I whisper. Our hand intertwine, his thumb rubbing on my knuckles.

"Just remember... remember I love you."

I then opened my eyes, a sob esacping my lips and tears start to swim in my eyes. I remember now, I remember everything. His face, what we did ever summer. "And that's when it happened." I whisper, my lips quivering.

"When what happened?" My brother asked me but I didn't respond as I memroies still were rolling in. "Stacey, what do you mean? When what happened?"

"When I kissed him for the first time." I let out a whimper. "That's when it all changed. I saw him. I was there. I was the last person to see him." My voice cracked and another sob espaced and tears drip down my face.

"Where? When did you see him?" Scott asked.

"The Ghost Riders, they... when they took him," I remember our hands interwhined and that's when the candle went out. "I never said it back." I looked up at Scott, and even though I had said it a million times to him. I always say it back. "I never said it back."

That's when suddenly everything started to change. The ground was shaking. The tables were shaking literally everything making my heart speed up 10x. The bullets roll around the table. Is this an earth quake?

I then sat up and I walked over towards the door and I opened it. I pushed unlocked the door, pushing it wide open. In the tunnel, there was a bright light. I squint as the sound of wind runs through my ears, and wind pushes my hair back.

And that's when I saw a shadow figure comes towards the light. Is that him? Is that Stiles? My mouth opens a little, the light still beams around him creating a shadow figure.

"Stiles?"

A/N

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