A/N: This was Untitled and probably was some type of 3am existential crisis babble but here ya go anyway!
Life is a part of death. That doesn't mean it's easy to accept. Just ask Derek. He'd tell you how fucked up life can be. How fucked up death is and how death isn't a part of life. Because if death were a part of life then Derek would be able to move on.
He had years with Stiles. He had time with him, enough to grow older, to make plans of family and promises of love. But when Stiles died, none of it mattered anymore. He couldn't remember a happy Stiles, he could only remember the one who was ripped apart by some dick Alpha.
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Everything I Never Published
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