Not Okay {Sterek fanfiction}

Cancer isn't a thing that you can heal from, not if you're human. You can go through "treatments" and chemotherapy and try to get rid of it but ultimately you can't escape it; not always. You'd think it would be different if you were a werewolf...but I learned the hard way that it's pretty much the same all around.

Derek Hale died eight days after his pre-funeral, at his loft, where he refused to leave, when the cancer finally stopped his heart. I'd known he was going to, of course, ever since Lydia told me I'm always the one who figures it out. When I figured this out, though, I wished that I was the banshee. I wished that I could scream so loud that maybe, just maybe I could scream the cancer right out of him.

Derek Hale was a werewolf, he was supposed to be invincible. He already fought off this cancer, so why did it come back? Why didn't his healing powers just take care of it? Why did I survive? When did cancer decide that Stiles Stilinski gets to live when Derek Hale had to die? I have so many questions.

Derek and I always said things were going to be okay. When the kanima attacked, when the monsters came from the shadows, we knew we had each other. "Okay?" he'd ask, simply. "Okay," I responded, knowing that's all we needed. All we needed was each other.

And now after everything Derek Hale is gone, and I'm not okay.