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5 ) eyelid kiss
He can’t, he can’t, he can’t ———
Stiles repeated the words over and over again in his head, like the more he thought them the more strength they would have, like if he could only convince himself of the sincerity of them they could actually turn out to be true.
It had to be a dream.
The darkness rearing it’s ugly head again, just like countless nights before.
Stiles ran faster, but there was no way he could make it in time. Scott and Derek were absorbed in the fray around them, unable to pay attention to anything else but saving their own asses in that moment. Stiles didn’t look to them for help, couldn’t take his eyes off Peter.
He was too far away and Stiles was dying with the need to reach out and brush the matted hair away from his face, touch his cheek, anything.
The burn in his legs wasn’t even a blip on the register as his body almost seized, Stiles was surging head first into a panic attack as he sprinted across the field to where Peter lay. It took a lifetime to reach him.
Skidding to a stop over the wet ground, Stiles fell over himself succeeding is smearing mud and grime all over his torso and arms as he scrambled into a kneel. Peter was too bloody to comprehend, his insides shined in the light of the moon and made Stiles’ stomach churn with sickness.
He wasn't moving.
“Peter.. Fuck you Peter, look at me!”
No one seemed to hear Stiles screaming as he knelt over Peter’s still body. There wasn’t anyone to come help calm him, like Peter would. There wasn’t anyone yelling his name, telling him to take cover, like Peter would. There was no one without Peter.
“Please, please open your eyes, Peter…”
This time his words were only a whisper as his chest constricted so tight he was sure he would hear the snap of ribs any second.
Peter’s eyes remained closed.
With blood covered hands, Stiles caressed his lover’s cheek, leaving grimy streaks in the wake of his fingers. Peter didn’t stir.
Peter wasn't breathing.
Leaning down, Stiles let his body shake with unvoiced sobs as he pressed his lips to Peter’s eyelids, first one and then the other. He pressed his lips to Peter’s warm forehead, to his blood covered cheeks.
“I’m so sorry———— I love you.”