Steter: Older Men

Ch. 8. I can't do it alone.

Ch. 8. I can't do it alone.

"Stiles, it's been a week...." The sheriff sighed. Stiles has been in his room since that night. The night he lost Peter. " Son, you need to get ready for the funeral in three hours." Within three seconds the teenager's door flung open. He was dressed in a black dress shirt and pants. His face was red from crying, And he had dark circles under his eyes.

" I am ready." Stiles' voice was barely above a whisper.

" Are you gonna be ok?" Noah asked his grieving son, then placed his hand on stiles should in attempts to comfort the young man.

" If I'm being honest dad, No. I'm not ok and I never will be." Stiles hung his head down low as he descended down the stairs to the kitchen. Noah quickly followed his son.

" Hey don't say that things are going to get better, It just-" Before the older man could even finish his sentence stiles snapped back.

" In what! Time! Don't start with that shit, you know it's a lie. You still haven't gotten over mom. She was the love of your life. And guess what, as much as you don't want to hear it, Peter was mine. Now he's gone! GONE! forever . He's never coming back. I don't know what I'm supposed to do without him!" Stiles broke down crying, Falling to the ground covering his face with his hands. Noah crouched down on the floor besides his son. He took Peter's death the hardest. For obvious reasons too. They loved each other so much. Though they only got to express their love for one another for about two weeks. If that's not a tragic love story I don't know what is.

It's just not fair to bring two people together and rip them apart just as fast. How would you feel to have your loved one ripped from one so brutally As Peter was with Stiles. Their love was meant to be. They were supposed to last to have a life together. I just find it so tragically sad.

" Hey Stiles." Scott walked up to his lanky friend and lately he's looked even more twig like. Scott knows Stiles couldn't even get out of bed till today. Let alone eat more than a piece of bread.

" Hey...." Stiles mumbled back his answer, Knowing his supernatural friend would hear him.

" Are you holding up?" Malia Jumped into the conversation, Wanting to comfort her ex boyfriend.

" I should be asking you, you lost your father." Stiles looked up at Malia, The dark circles under his eyes more notice in the light from the sun.

" I didn't know my Father very well. Though I gotta say it does hurt. I didn't get to know him very well. '' Malia gave a small smile. She honestly didn't know how to feel about the whole situation. Shes more focused on making sure Stiles doesnt do anything stupid. Stiles is young and grieving you never really know what's going through his mind.

Lately the young brunette has been experimenting with his spark. This makes his friends even more nervous about how he's gonna deal with all the pain he's going through right now. Some aren't as worried about Stiles going off the rails as others. Derek has noticed Stiles has not been practicing magic since Peter's death, So he has no worries about the young teen straying off the path of good.

" Everyone here is grieving. We just need to be here for each other." Kira walked in placing a hand on Malia's back. It was true they were all hurting and mourning the loss of a pack mate. A friend, a father, A partener. Peter was something to Everyone in this room. He turned his life around and got back what he lost. He became the good man he was before the fire, Sad; It wasn't sooner.

Everyone gathered together. Everyone included, Stiles, Scott, Derek, Malia, Kira, Jordan, Naoh, Melessa, Chris, Issac, Lydia, And cora.

Not many people in the town really knew Peter or of his existence after the Hale fire. They all assumed he was dead.

Let's flash forward a bit. The ceremony had just finished, Everyone was devastated. And hurting. Some pack mates were crying, some were holding back tears. They all headed back to the Stilinski home for food. As well as to comfort each other in a place they feel safe.

It started off pretty silent. No one really knew what to say to the other, But within a few minutes of walking through the door People were talking and eating together. Most of them were reminiscing about times they had with Peter. Others like a young Stiles were still too hurt to talk about it to anyone.

Besides, no one here really knows how he feels. They weren't in love with him. They weren't sure of him being the love of his life. No, those were all things Stiles felt. He loved Peter. He wanted to be with him forever, Well now that chance has been lost, Thrown out the door in other words.

" Guys I'm just going to head to bed." The young sparks' voice was barely even audible.

" Stiles, it's five thirty in the afternoon, Are you sure?" Noah asked in a worried tone. If you were him you'd be just as worried. Most teenagers don't have to go through the same things his boy has. Stiles had hit his peek for bad. Noahs afraid he's lost his son.

" I'm sure. I'm just tired is all." without another word stiles left upstairs.

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I can't do it alone, I won't do it alone. How am I supposed to be happy without Peter? He is- was my world. Now he's gone. I have barely gotten out of bed the past week. The only reason I even considered Getting up was because of Peter's funeral.

I know the others are just trying to comfort me, It's just I need to be alone. But I really don't want to be. I know I need to get through this so I can be strong for the pack again, Right now I'm just a weak mess who can't help with anything. This may not be the healthiest way to cope but it's mine.

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Stiles curled back up in his comfy bed. It was the only thing that brought him comfort these days. The young man slowly relaxed snuggling up to the pillow Peter always used when he stayed over. Stiles soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Usually he'd have nightmares about Peter's death. Though today provided him some closure, Enough to get a decent night's sleep, just not enough to make him feel better. 

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