Stiles Pov. (Present time now xD)
I became an overwhelming mix of emotions. Danny's dead. Not only that but Derek did it. I felt so mad, at Danny for kissing me, for his sheer stupidity to believe we had a chance. He believed it so much he teamed up with the psycho who tried to basically rape me! But all I wanted to do is cry for him. I was so deep in grief already. I will have to go home now. I am not missing my final goodbye. Derek single handedly tore Danny from life. Sure he was all over me, but eventually I know he would have gotten away from it and realized Derek was the one for me.
Derek was the one for me.
Did I really just think that? No way in hell is that true anymore. I will forget about him. He doesnt want me, I can love Lydia again. I'll try to forget about my past. Maybe that was just a phase. He could have just been a rebelious teenage thing. Maybe this was all just a nightmare.
"Stiles! Answer me!" Lydia sobbed into the phone as if she knew what I was thinking. I had completely forgotten that she was there.
"Lydia." I cried. "Im coming home! I will find my way." I began sobbing again. She almost hung up.
"Wait!" I said quickly. "I-I dont have anywhere to stay... Can I stay with you?"
"Of course. Now get home. I need you." Her sweet voice cracked at the end.
"Be home in a few hours." I ran to my car and drove back to what I used to call home. I dont know where my real home is now. But I will find it.
Derek Pov
I felt it. When I killed Danny. The first glimpse of happiness since I lost stiles. I know it makes me a sick, cruel person. But happiness, relief was there. I knew that now I wouldnt have to fight for stiles. I am truly black hearted. Its so dark without Stiles that killing a poor teenage boy brought me a small glimpse of the light that Stiles used to give. I need him. I really do. Maybe he will come home. Back into my arms like nothing happened. Like I never lost him, like we never had a break. What if it wasnt a break? What if I really lost him forever. I have a bad feeling he will be home for the funeral. I will have to wait and find out. I will beg on my knees if thats what it takes. I am done. If he wont take me back I dont know what I will do.
All of the weight, greif, and sorrow that my alchohol tried so desperatly tried to cover was gone for a second then it came crashing down like the first time. Was he home? Did he really just pass me by? I ran outside. I kept running. I heard the low rumble of an engine a few miles ahead. It sounded a little funky. I focused more as I was running as fast as I could, gaining my speed. I heard the ipod switch song through earphones. My heart swelled and broke at the same time when I heard the song, our song. Firefly by Ed Sheeran. It was him. I began to sprint. Finally the weight was gone. I can see the jeep! I tried to catch up any closer. I cant.
