#bravchearts

          best  friend  :  someone  who  never  gives  up  on  you,  who  you  can  trust,  who  will  always pick you back up after you fall, who you’d do everything for. it’s who you’d die for. this is his -- the boy in front of him. even if scott doesn’t remember how much he means to stiles, it’s true. stiles loves scott with his entire being, so seeing him with tear streaked cheeks and apologies on his lips physically pains him. or maybe it’s the fact his brow is furrowed so hard that it hurts. ‘ why ? ’ he asks, voice thick with concern. it’s not until the werewolf’s arms are around him that stiles realizes. and he gets weak in the knees. stiles’ arms move around scott in tandem, holding him close as though it’ll prevent him from forgetting him again. his own eyes are stinging with unshed tears and he tries to hide part of his face in the crook of scott’s neck, taking him all in while he can. sure, they’d been spending time together anyway and sometimes everything felt all right in the world -- but that wasn’t always the case and he never wanted to feel that again. he has to move his face so he can actually speak, and he does need to speak. ‘ it’s okay -- you couldn’t help it. there was nothing you could do. ’  and it’s true. it didn’t matter how close any of them were, they were all bound to forget him. ‘ you remember, right ? ’ he asks for double clarification because he wouldn’t be able to take it if this whole conversation was for another reason. ‘ please ? ’ his voice breaks on the single word. 

                   his small nose is still buried in scott’s neck, his hand gripping the soft fabric of his shirt right above his chest, but he’s no longer emitting any noises, or moving. his eyes are bloodshot & puffy, cheeks almost sticky from the salty tears that rolled all the way down, only to fall on the tanned skin. he’s numb & his eyes are painfully dry, but he’s comfortable & doesn’t feel like inching away from the body that’s radiating so much warmth. however, he does move his head & rests it on the other male’s shoulder, so that he could tiredly look up at him.         ❛     thank you.     ❜         the hoarse words hurt his sore throat, but it was absolutely necessary for him to get them out.