I'm sorry (Steter)

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Stiles kissed his love as if it would be the last time, and it would be. He felt salty tears rush down his cheeks as he clutched the blade tighter.

It all started with a plan. Scott and the rest of the pack wanted Peter gone for good. What better way than to have Stiles kill him? Stiles was the only one he trusted after all. You have to do this. It'll be better this way. he kept repeating it in his head over and over as if it would make the situation better. As if it would make it easier.

Stiles had Peter in the palm of his hand. He sat on the mans lap and continued to kiss him deeply. His wolfsbane laced dagger was pointed right towards the back of Peters neck.

Peter started to trail kisses down his neck and Stiles's head was rested on his shoulder. Stiles thought what his life would be like if Peter wasn't so evil. Maybe they would have a a small house in the countryside with a dog or two since Peter never liked children.

Maybe Stiles could abandon the plan completely and run away with Peter. Oh how he'd like that. But a tiny voice in the back of his mind seemed to tell him this is how it should be.

" I'm sorry " Stiles said barely above whisper. He missed the confusion on Peters face. Though he never got the opportunity to answer as Stiles's dagger was shoved into the back of his neck.

Peter weakly struggled but Stiles held him  tightly. It looked like he was hugging him. His wolf ability's were completely useless thanks to the wolfsbane. The fact that it was in his neck made it even worse. Warm blood rushed down Peters back. Some blood got onto Stiles's hands but he remained silent.

Blood started to pour out of Peters mouth down onto his chin. The red substance pooled around them. Stiles briefly shut his eyes letting a few tears escape.

" don't do this " Peter managed to choke out. Stiles didn't answer, he couldn't answer, not without sobbing that is.

When Peter went limp in his arms that was when he finally let loose. He was a sobbing mess with blood painting his hands. Not just any blood but the blood of the love of his life.

" I'm sorry " he cried like it would bring his lover back. Like it would make it all better again. But it didn't.

Nothing would ever be okay again.
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