A pained gasp escapes your lips as you fall to your knees. You clutched to your abdomen where blood was oozing out of the wound.
"Y/n!"
Stiles ran up to you, hugging you from behind. You leaned on his chest, grabbing his hand tightly. Your vision became blurry as tears slid down your cheek.
"Stiles, I'm scared. I don't want to go." You sobbed.
"It's ok. Everything is going to be okay." He held on to you, hoping that this wasn't real; that you wouldn't die too.
"I love you, Stiles Stilinski. I always had."
He was there for you in the beginning, and till the end.