hello, my names bella.
nice to meet you✨
"Absolutely not" Derek sneered, staring at the teenagers pleading in front of him.
"Look" Isaac spoke, his voice laced with authority and assertiveness. His cheeks were flushed a faint pink with his frustration and one of his blonde curls fell daintily onto his forehead.
"His dad just died Derek! You can put up a front saying you hate him but we all know you're not going to let him stay by himself, you've been through this yourself! Can you not have some damn empathy for once in your life and do the right thing?" Isaac shouted, his voice booming as he stormed out of the room; a fleck of paint swirling to the ground as he slammed the rusted door of Derek's loft.
Scott sent a look towards Derek, something between anger and disappointment, before darting out to comfort Isaac.
As much as everyone tiptoed around the situation, it had to be brought up. Stiles dad had died, and Stiles had crumbled, he became unrecognisable. His bright personality shattered like a China cup.
His usual red rosy cheeks became drained to a pale dusty white and his infectious laugh became silent...inexistent.
He spent all day alone in his home, the home where two police officers had shown up at his door breaking the news of his fathers passing.
The home where stiles had become a shadow of the boy he once was.
The home that became a prison; a layer of bricks to trap Stiles sadness, suffocating him more every minute.
And stiles needed to breath.
He needed the air to come and swallow him whole, give him back the life that'd been stolen from him.
Derek was his air.
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Love Me Softer • Sterek
FanfictionPerspective is subjective. That's what Derek's Mother had always told him, the saying would be forever engraved on his mind, sitting like a star in his universe of thoughts. Even after her passing he craved to know what it meant. "One day it will...
