Teen Wolf Imagines and Preferences

Walls - Derek Imagine

*Your POV*

Derek hadn't talked to me for days. Erica had died, and he blamed it on himself. He wouldn't let Boyd, Isaac, or even Scott in. Peter wasn't allowed to stay in the loft, Derek had kicked him out. He was isolated from everyone - including me. Derek and I had been dating for over a year. I thought he had brought his walls down for me, but he had built them right back up.

I wasn't going to let him just disappear from me. I get in my car and head to the loft. I figured I'd be nice, and grab his mail for him, since he's always letting it fill up to the point where they start keeping it at the post office. But when I get to the mail boxes, there was something wrong - very wrong. The plaque that normally read "D. Hale" was now replaced with a sticker that read "VACANT". It had to be some cruel joke.

I use my key to open it anyway. One piece of paper was laying inside. I pick it up. When I saw it was addressed to me, I took it back to my car to read it. I didn't want to cry in front of every resident here.

8-12-16

Y/N -
I'm sorry. I couldn't do it. I don't belong in Beacon Hills anymore. I put everyone of you in danger. As much as it pains me to leave you, I know it'd be a lot more painful to see you get hurt.

Erica's death made me realize just what was happening all around me. Her death was my fault. Everyone in Beacon Hills who dies because of the supernatural - it's my fault. I bit Erica and got her involved. She was innocent. She was a kid. I got Scott involved. I bit Boyd, and Isaac, and even you.... I made the supernatural world suddenly come forward again.

It's not okay. I can't let any of you get hurt. I'm so sorry. I just - I can't let anymore innocents die because of me. I know you're gonna hate me for this - but I swear I'm doing this to protect you. I left. I'm going to South America with Cora. I think it's better when the Hale's are isolated from everything.

I love you, baby. I love you, so, so, so, much. I love how you naturally cuddle up to me in your sleep. I love how you nuzzle into me when we hug. I love how you tug on my hair when we kiss. I love how you playfully punch me every time we work out. I love how you kiss my chest when we cuddle. I love how you go through so much trouble sneaking past your dad to be with me. I love how you never want to anything more than be with me. I love how you love me.

I love you. Everything about you. I always will. But we can't be together. Everyone around me gets hurt. I couldn't live with myself if you ever got hurt because of me. I wrote this because I knew goodbyes would be too hard in person. Even writing this was hard, sweetheart - but I know it's for the best. I hope you'll understand.

Filled with love,
Derek (Your DerBear)

There was a tear drop on the paper at the end. I thought maybe he was crying when he wrote it - but it was mine. I was sobbing now. The ink was smudged at the bottom from the wetness. The "Your DerBear" part was smudged away. I put the letter down and slowly start driving back home.

He left me. The date at the top said the twelfth. He left yesterday, and I didn't even know. I hold myself together until I get home. Tears started falling again, blurring my vision. I slowly walk in the door.

"Hey Y/N- hey, what's wrong...?" Stiles, my younger brother, asks me. I give him the note before bolting upstairs to my room. I climb into my bed, hugging my pillow to me and pulling the blanket over my head as I sobbed. A minute later I hear my door open and close.