oblivion || stilinski

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(n.) twilight; the approach of death or the end of something

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He should have known, the darkness was catching up to him. Each day it got harder and harder. The whispers getting louder and louder, but he couldn't scream. Nobody had to know. It surprised him, at how nobody saw that the idea of her death was affecting him personally, as she was his best friend. The Nogitsune was said to be gone. But was it really? The answer to that was--no. It never would truly be gone as his true darkness was pulled out as it controlled him. His soul was plagued with the darkness forever. Quietly he sat in his room, his thoughts going completely insane as he could still picture everything about her death. He thought was his fault. And he thought he should pay for it.

With no sound at all, he got up from his bed and walked out of his room's door, heading down the stairs to his awaiting jeep. His last ride. Pulling out his phone, he looked at the photo of him and his three best friends. She was dead, all because of him. He lost Scott's trust as he had killed Donovan. Lydia was going crazy as she was helping out Parrish. And now someone from his past had came back, things had been getting worse and worse as Theo stayed in Beacon Hills.

That didn't matter. Nothing did.

Climbing into his Jeep, he instantly started to drive--but before he sat in the car, he threw his phone on the street, instantly shattering it. He didn't need it anymore. Not where he was going. As he was in his jeep he sped to the city's graveyard, his father's hand gun on the passenger seat--waiting for its use. Soon enough he made it to the graveyard, as eerie those were at might, the male wasn't at all fazed. His emotions were all gone it seemed as he climbed out of the car, gun in hand. Trudging through the yard, he walked through the trees, to a small clearing. The place where she laid. A place where she shouldn't be as she was too young to be laid to rest. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked at the stone, her name beautifully engraved into the pearly stone.

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Allison Argent

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beloved daughter and friend

May some day we be united in peace.

January 1995 - March 17, 2012

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He looked at the stone with utter despair as the tears already started to fall, his body trembled as he crumpled to his knees, the cries escaping his lips quite loudly. "I'm so sorry Allison. This never should have happened...you should be here...not me...Ally you never were supposed to die this young..." he whispered as he looked at the stone, tears leaking his eyes like a river. "I let him in...and now you're gone...Allison I am so fucking sorry...I let this happen...and now I can't even deal with the stress and guilt anymore. I know that this is selfish what I'm doing but I can;t go on anymore...not without you.." His voice broke as he rose the gun to his chest, pointing it directly to his heart. The fatal shot.

All that was heard in the town was a loud gunshot and the screaming of a father who had just lost his only son.