I'm fine. |stiles stilinski•

Part 31

A/N IM SORRY AND GOOD LUCK

(3rd person)

Both Scott and Mr Stilinski had left Stiles' room in a mess of tears and shaking. It was time for Derek to go in. He knew he might not have long.

How am I going to say everything I've ever wanted to say in five minutes? He thought to himself as he slowly approached the unconscious boy. His whole body was shaking and the heart monitor felt more like a timer.

"Hey, Stiles..." His voice cracked. "God. Stiles. I- I never got to tell you..." He sniffed, and rubbed at his teary eyes. "I never got to tell you how much you mean to me. And how... How much I am totally, incredibly in love with you." Derek burst out crying, and took Stiles' limp hand, which was freezing cold. Deep breaths.

"I- er- there's no words I can say that will even amount to what I want to say. You... You made me different, somehow. Better. You bought out the best in me, and some parts of myself I didn't even know existed." Derek's voice was a mere whisper, and he didn't remove his eyes from Stiles' body the whole time he spoke.

"I- just- I can't say goodbye. I'll never be ready for something like this. Saying goodbye. I don't want to say goodbye. And... And I promise, if you make it through today, I will never leave your side. I love you, Stiles." He whimpered, scrunching up his face as a whole new set of tears emerged.

"This is the hardest thing I've ever done. And that's coming from someone who lost his entire family in a fire." His wobbly voice chuckles, though his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"I swear to God, Stiles, please don't leave me." He begs, clutching on to Stiles arm for dear life. Derek rests his head on the sick boy's chest, and gently sobs into his shirt. Just three hours ago they had been sat on the couch, fast asleep. Then Stiles said he felt tired and had gone to sleep. Derek had no idea that would be the last time he ever heard Stiles' voice, or looked in his eyes, heard his laugh, saw his smile.

"No. I can't do this, Stiles!" Derek whisper-yelled, and as if the tears on his face were causing him pain, he hissed as he cried.

"You... Not a lot of people have ever made me happy. I don't let people in, Stiles." Derek says sadly. "But I did. I let you in, and you made me happy. Like nothing I've ever felt before; happiness. But, somehow, you infiltrated my life and you changed it. But now, I have no idea what the hell I'm gonna do without you. I don't wanna live in a world where Stiles Stilinski doesn't exist. I don't want to exist without your smile, your laugh, your voice..." Derek's voice broke and he lost it. He sobbed and sobbed. Not soft, gentle tears but big, ugly, scary, heartbreaking sobs. Suddenly Stiles' breath hitched.

"No!" Derek yells. "Someone! Someone help!" He cried toward the door, frantically holding onto Stile's arm. Then, as he sunk to his knees to the ground in excruciating pain, the heart monitor stopped bleeping, and played the long, dreary beep, signalling the end of Stiles' life.

"No!" Roared Derek again. He clutched Stile's body and held onto it, sobbing over him, screaming into his clothes. All he could shout was no. This was a pain like no other. Then, as if in slow motion, John and Scott and some doctors all ran into the room.

Scott stopped and fell to the ground in tears when he saw Stiles dead body, but the Sherrif ran to Derek, trying to prise him off of his son.

"No! Let me go! Stop!" Screamed Derek, refusing to let go of Stiles.

"Derek! Come on, son, just let go." Ordered Stilinski softly, his hands gently on Derek's shaking shoulders as he sobbed.

"I... I can't. I can't let him go!" Derek was practically screaming now. "Please don't make me leave him." His voice was now more of a whisper and his throat was dry from all the shouting.

When John finally got him to let go, Derek simply flopped to the floor in exhaustion, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was done.

He had just stared, not said a word, as the doctors came in and lain the white sheet over Stiles' face.

He had just stared, his eyes glazed with tears, as Stiles' coffin was lowered into the ground.

He had just stood and stared at Stiles' gravestone when he went to visit on Stiles' birthday.

He had just stared when he'd gone round to Stiles' house and entered his room for the first time.

He had stared at the posters, the clothes, the mess, the pills, the DVD's, some of his own clothing he had left behind.

All he seemed to do was stare. Watch, as the world passed by him. But it wasn't the world anymore. Because Stiles had been his world, and he was gone.

A/N IM SORRY ILY ALL PLEASE DONT HATE ME!!! Wow ive had so much fun writing this book (yeah, this chapter was great "fun".) And you guys have no idea how much I've appreciated your voted and comments and reads. So I'm on 5.4k reads which is amazing so thank you all so much!!! *hugs you all* IVE FINALLY COMPLETED A BOOK!! I hope you all liked it! Ily all!!