Prolog

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Stiles couldn't understand what the nurses said. She hade to be wrong. There was no way. He sat down on the floor and stared at her shoes. Tears started falling. His vision started to go blurry.
He hade to face the truth.
He was gone.
He was never coming back.
Coming home.
He was alone.
He didn't even notice Scott, who started to pat his back. Or Lydia who tried to calm him down and get him to talk.
"He's gone..." Stiles said, trying to believe his own words. "He's gone and he's not coming back." He felt so cold.
"Dad... he's gone."

When Melissa came up to the pack and sat down, Stiles let himself breakdown. Screaming. Crying.

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