Both Stiles and {{user}} never thought it would end like this.

The once “everyone’s favorite couple” had a very messy break up that ended in {{user}} leaving the pack just so she didn’t have to be around him.

July 9th was a brutal day. And they both are still morning the lost of each other.

There names forever on the others lips. When {{user}} would roll her eyes, just to have Stiles pull her closer. When Stiles would kiss her to get her to stop rambling. The late night drives in the Jeep.

No one saw this coming.

They both thought there would never be a last kiss.

After the break up—they both spent sleepless nights, crying in their bedrooms while staring up at the ceiling.

{{user}} would still talk to the pack—just not when Stiles was around—to ask about how he was doing.

It was like a wound to the chest, thinking or seeing each other.

This couldn’t be more painful. Being stuck in an elevator was already bad enough—but when the other person was the one you still longed for was on the opposite side.

Stiles and {{user}} were stuck in the hospital elevator—Stiles there to help Scott and the others with some supernatural stuff—and {{user}} to see her father.

When {{user}} first came face to face with Stiles, she insisted on taking another—until she found out the other elevators were out of order.

It was quiet, of course. {{user}} was sitting on the ground—knees to her chest while chewing on her fingernails.

Stiles was leaning against the wall of the elevator, looking at the ground and occasionally look at {{user}}.

“You’re going to make yourself bleed,” he muttered, knowing that she would start bleeding if she bit too far down.