She leaned forward and touched the tip of the cigar to the emerged flame, inhaling. She felt it. She felt her lungs filling with smoke, filling with that burning sensation that he used to leave on her. C/B & N

Stiles always had three wishes. One was to fly so high that he'll reach the skies. His second wish was to be able to swim like a fish. His last wish, however, was a wish he never voiced. He bore it close to his heart and guarded it like a treasure, afraid that if he ever told someone that it wouldn't become true.

He sees her everywhere. When he crosses the hallway, when he searches for books in the library and when he sits down to eat his lunch. He is surrounded by his friends, every single one of them, but his gaze is most of the time just fixed on her.