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Stiles Stilinski didn't exist. At least, that's what the wild hunt would do to him once they caught up to him. It was only a matter of time now. There was only one person left who actually knew who he was: Lydia Martin. He knew he couldn't out run a horsemen on foot, so why not try some horsepower? Stiles and Lydia hopped into his jeep and started driving. He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't need to. All he could focus on was getting away.
Stiles' threw his gaze up to his rearview mirror. In the fog of night, he could make out a dark figure approaching. Maybe there was no getting out of this now. Stiles slammed on the brakes, illuminating the figure approaching in a red light. There was no doubt in his mind now: it was his time.
"Stiles, what are you doing?!" Lydia looked up frantically from her phone. "You have to keep going. I haven't found anything yet!"
Ever since Stiles saw the wild hunt, Lydia had dedicated her time to researching the new Beacon Hills threat. Lydia knew what was coming just as much as Stiles, but neither of them could figure out a way to stop it. And it's kind of hard to help save someone you can't remember.
"Maybe it's better this way. I can't hurt anyone if I leave like this. My dad won't have to go through the heartbreak of losing me." His voice caught. "The pack will get on without me, including Scott." He looked towards Lydia, his voice quivering. "You'll forget me."
"I won't." Lydia instantly responded.
How could she forget Stiles? Stiles Stilinski, the one who always figures it out. Stiles, who had always been there for her, even when she was with Jackson. Stiles, who had been there for her after the Nogitsune, the Deadpool, and the Dread Doctors. Stiles, who saved her from Eichen House. Now, Stiles and her had been working on a way to stop the wild hunt. Maybe they would have figured it out together. If only they had more time.
And then they were kissing. Except, it wasn't just a kiss. It was a message: remember me, remember this moment. And a response: I won't, I could never forget you. He loved her, he really did. And perhaps, she loved him too. Maybe, just maybe, she would remember him.
When Stiles pulled away, he saw the ghastly face of the ghost rider waiting for him. The spirit broke the window of the passenger seat and reached out to him. He tried to back away only to be stopped by his own door. Lydia was screaming, but to Stiles, everything was faded. He was getting erased from reality. He would seize to exist. At least he would remember her.
Just like that, Stiles Stilinski didn't exist.
Remember...Remember.
Author's Note: Hey! I hoped you enjoyed this one-shot. This story is actually one of the first things I've written in a while. Also, I know that in the trailer, people have pointed out that they have already kissed before saying the lines. However, I just wanted to take this little inspiration and run with it. Even though it's not going to correlate to canon, I'm thinking that the actual scene will be just as heartbreaking. I hope you have a wonderful day!