Sour Wolf and Big Mouth

Hello

Another sad one...triggering. So be careful.

Hey, Derek it's me.

I...I was wondering if after all these years, you'd like to meet up somewhere so we can go over everything. *laughs dryly*

You know, they say time is supposed to heal but I haven't done much healing.

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Yo Derek, can you hear me?

I'm in Beacon Hills again, dreaming about who we used to be when we were younger and free.

Dude, I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet.

There's such a difference between us and a million miles. I don't know what it means but I heard it somewhere and it reminded me of us.

........Please answer me Derek. I must have called you a thousand times. 

I just want to say that I'm sorry. For everything I've done. But every time I call, you never seem to be there.

Well, at least I can say that I tried to tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart Sourwolf but it doesn't matter. It clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore. 

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Hey, how are you?

It's so typical of me to talk about myself. I'm sorry.

I hope that you're well. 

...Did you ever make it out of that town where everything happened, Derek? Are you happy now?

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You know, it's no secret that the both of us are running out of time. 

I saw you the other day, walking with your arm around her. I wanted to say hello, tell you how sorry I was for everything I've done but you seemed so happy. You were smiling, that one you used to only show me. I did try. I gave an honest effort to tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart but it doesn't matter anymore. It clearly doesn't tear you apart like it does me.

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Derek I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend. I'm tired of this Derek. I'm stopping the pain now. I can't stand myself and this world. I'll see you on the other side.

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It was all over the headlines the next morning. Sheriff's kid jumped off the bridge and broke his neck. He had been drunk, far past the state's limit. No one understood why he did it. He had seemed well adjusted, fairly content with life. But as Derek listened to the messages that had been piling up on his phone, he realized it was himself that pushed Stiles to jump. He covered his mouth as the tears fell down his face. He killed Stiles. He's the reason why there was no more sarcastic smart mouth in the pack. 

Derek had gone to the sheriff's house, asked to be arrested, to be shot, anything. When John questioned him, he showed Stiles' father the messages. John just smiled softly and hugged him, telling him it wasn't truly his fault. It was a combination of all of them, for not being there or noticing that Stiles was crumbling on the inside. Derek didn't believe him.

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The following week found Derek Hale hanging off the beam of the burnt down Hale house with a wolfsbane soaked rope around his neck.