Derek
How could I be too late? My beautiful Stiles, gone. I ran to him crying. I hadn't cried after the fire, after my whole family died, but now I cried so much. I couldn't even see clearly. The love of my life was dead. Why did I let this happen? It wouldn't have happened if he wasn't in my pack. It was all my fault.
"Stiles please, wake up" I whispered to him kissing his forehead. I laid down on the hard floor with him. I was ready to die. I had nothing left. Could I die from heartbreak? It felt like I could, it hurt so much.
Suddenly I heard it. A small but steady heartbeat. Stiles' heartbeat. At first I thought I was dreaming, but it just continued, getting a little louder.
"Stiles? Are you alive?" I asked him. I didn't believe it. I didn't hear anything. I just dreamed about him being alive.
"N-no, I feel like I'm dead" I heard him finally answer in a low voice. I started crying even harder. It was real! He was alive!
Stiles
I felt somebody kiss my forehead. I knew the smell. Sourwolf? Oh God, I am dead! And still, dreaming about Derek.
"Stiles please, wake up" I heard him saying. What? Suddenly I felt a lot of pain. Is this is heaven, why am I in pain?
I answered him and heard loud sobbing. Was he crying? Was the big bad alpha wolf crying for me, sarcastic, hyperactive human? Why? He didn't ever cry, not even when Boyd died.
I don't remember much, a couple words before the world started to get darker. My head hurt so much, I just wanted to sleep.
The last thing I felt was Derek carrying me and saying " Don't worry, I won't let you die". Then I closed my eyes.
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Save me Sourwolf
FanfictionStiles Stilinski, the hyperactive little spaz, was now in trouble, all by himself. Could Derek, the love of his life, save him before it was too late? November 2018: I am correcting grammar, and maybe changing a few things, nothing major. Enjoy!
