Forever and Always (Sciles)

Stiles POV

"I just need some time alone." I tell everyone before I walk away from the animal clinic. I walk into the heart of town, feeling numb. This all just seems like some horrific nightmare. I wish it was just a nightmare. My heart breaks as I think back to Scott's emotionless expression and his rigid posture, as if he was some robot. It really didn't seem like there was anything left of the Scott I know and love, but I can't lose hope. I will never lose hope. There has to be a way to bring him back. I drag my feet along the ground slightly as I walk. I just want to have Scott by my side again. To hear his laugh. To see his smile. To kiss his soft lips which taste of cinnamon and wood. To be in his warm and comforting embrace where he assures me that everything is going to be okay. My eyes start to sting and water. I sniffle and quickly wipe away my tears. I just feel so lost right now. I knew Samantha was evil, but I didn't know she was this evil. I continue on my way to the flower store. I enter the little building and take a look around. "Good afternoon," The woman at the counter says as I enter her store. I smile back politely, trying to cover up my sadness. "Good afternoon." I reply back before I continue to look around for a bouquet of flowers. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" The woman asks me curiously.

"No, not really." I shrug. The woman walks over to me. I see on her name tag that her name is Amanda.

"Is it for a special someone?" Amanda asks me with a smile. My heart twists as the comment brings up memories of Scott and reminds me of how far away from each other we really are. "Uh, sort of..." I say, unable to keep the sadness out of my voice. "Oh, I'm really sorry, my dear." Amanda says sadly.

"It's okay, I'm okay." I assure her with a smile, knowing that she has got the wrong idea. I wasn't even buying these flowers for Scott anyway. "Good. Um, well, maybe you'd like this bouquet? It's $12, honey." The lady says sweetly. I look down at the arrange of flowers. I smile. "Yeah, they're perfect. I'll take them." I say as I pull my wallet out and hand Amanda $12. She then quickly places it in her little money pouch before she grabs the bouquet of flowers and hands them to me. "There you go, sweetheart. Have a good day. You seem like a sweet kid. Don't let people change that about you." The lady smiles before walking back to the counter.

"Thank you. I hope you have a good day too, Amanda." I smile before I leave the store. I continue to walk through the streets of Beacon Hills, the bouquet of flowers resting in my arms. I eventually arrive at the cemetery. I hesitate outside of the gates for a moment. You can do this, Stiles. You need to do this. You haven't completely allowed yourself to move on yet, but this will help you to do that. I take a deep breath and walk inside. The whole cemetery has a gloomy feel to it. Well, no kidding. It is a grave yard after all, filled with dead bodies. I shudder slightly at my mental reminder. I continue walking through the cemetery until I find the person's grave I've been looking for. Allison Argent. I kneel down in front of her grave. "Hi, uh, I got you some flowers. I thought you might like them." I say awkwardly as I place the bouquet down in front of the gravestone. For a moment, I look at what has been written on her grave. In loving memory of Allison Argent. The beautiful and strong daughter of Chris Argent and Victoria Argent (deceased). A wonderful friend to all that knew her. She protected those who could not protect themselves. I feel my eyes get watery. I let the tears roll down my cheeks silently. "I'm so sorry, Allison. I wish that you didn't have to die." I whisper shakily.

"I know that it isn't my fault. Everyone reminds me of that almost every day. I know that you would be telling me the same thing, if you could." I continue, wiping away a few of my tears.

"But at least you died for a good cause. You died saving your friends. Your bravery, your sacrifice... It saved me, it saved Lydia, it saved Scott, it saved Isaac and a whole bunch of others. I thank you for that. You were always really brave." I say to the tombstone. I feel a little silly for doing this, but oh well. I think I need to do this. "I'd like to think that you're watching over us from the clouds above, protecting us." I say as I look up at the sky.