In The Dark

Not Going Away

                  Scott's POV
      I stand up from the ground, dusting off my jeans. It's over for now, but we all know it won't last long. We all walk into a small circle, noticing were missing Aiden and Derek. Stiles looks nervously at me and begins walking to where I guess he parked.
     The sound of crying is loud enough for me to hear. Isaac runs towards the rocks and stops on his tracks, taking a few steps back. He looks at me to go over. Stiles goes before I do. Aiden sits straddling Derek's body, crying heavily into his neck. I don't notice until now, he's not breathing and Aiden's hands are covered with blood.
     "Aid-"
     "He's gone. He's dead."
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              Three days later
                  Stiles's POV
       I walk into Aiden's room, not nothing to knock. She hasn't gotten out of bed for all I know for the past two days. I've tried staying to myself only coming in to bring her dinner that she barely eats.
   "Get out," she says as soon as I open the door. The sound of her sniffles make me sad for her. I walk over and sit on the ground.
    "You sound great," I say. She sits up, glaring at me. Her eyes are red and puffy. "You look great too." She swallows down hard, glancing down at her hand. I look at what shes holding. Derek's wedding ring.
    "I took it off of him before Isaac and Scott pulled me off. I miss him, Stiles. He's gone, never coming back. I can't see myself falling on love again, or getting over this." I stand up and hug her, letting her cry. "It hurts so bad."
     "Its gonna be okay. I promise."
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                 Aiden's POV
      I managed to get out of the house. Taking out my key, I open the door to Derek's loft. Right before we made love the night of our ceremony, he asked why if I would move in with him, I had asked for time to think. Now I wish I would have said yes right away. I wish I could have held him longer, looked at him monger when he we asleep or reading something. Listened closer to his voice when he we arguing with one of the boys. Admired the way he held himself despite all the crap he's gone through.
      I set my bag down on the couch, looking around. This is the last place I should have came when I'm trying to stop crying. Crying helps nothing, if anything it makes it worse. My eyed land on the bed.
    I walk over, remembering the first time I ever woke up in it. I can still remember the way his body felt on mine the first time he was every the tiniest bit intimate with me. Its crazy how this all started again by having scary dreams about having to kill him. Now I watched him be killed.
    I lay sown on my side, placing my head close to his pillow that still has his smell. Standing I strip from my clothes and put on one of his shirts from the dresser, my eyes tearing up from his scent.
     I lay back down and close my eyes. Damn it I'm crying again. My body shakes as I sob.
       ×××××××
        "You know, I want coffee that I can't swim laps in," he says as I place his cup in front of him. His hair is messy in a sexy way and his voice is still rough with sleep. I find myself just admiring him, my eyes running up and down his body. "See something you like?"   
     "Daddy? Uncle Stiles is trying to do my hair again," Amora says as she runs up to us and grabs onto Derek's leg. He picks he up, kissing her cheek.
    "Mommy asked him to do it. Just sit there his listen to his stupid jokes." She nods slowly. He smiles at her before setting her down. I bend down to put a dish away, feeling someone get behind me. Turning around, I look up at Derek.
     "I love you," he says, taking my hand in his. I rest my head on his chest, inhaling his scent. He runs his hands down my back. If I could, I would fall asleep like this. "Your tired. Go lay down. You've been doing too much."
     "I'm fine," I say in a snappy voice on accident. "I'm sorry. I'm just having trouble adjusting to this. It's...weird."
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       My eyes slowly open and scam the room. I feel sick. "Finally your awake," Peters voice says. He walks over and sits on the edge. "One minute I'm marrying you two, the next your a widow."
           I glare at him. "How are you okay? He was your nephew." He sighs.
     "I'm terrible, just not the type of person to show it. When I was in that hospital, unable to talk or barely move, he always came. No matter what, for some reason we were always there for each other. He's gone now and I have no one except for my niece in law."
      "You have your sister."
       "She left once she found out he died. We're the only two hales left."

AN: Short emotional chapter. Comment and share! Stay alive |-/      -Veah