Take Care | Stiles Stilinski | STEREK | S.S

EPILOGUE

❝I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.❞

DATE: APRIL SEVENTH, 2018 /// 8:51 PM.

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Death. It happens around us, and no one notices it until it happens to someone they love. No will ever think of death until they're on the peak of it, or lost someone with it. Death is a word never mentioned to one another until they meet eye-to-eye, face-to-face.

No one really understands why Death actually happens. They will tell you "All living things must die one day." Then why does God get to life for eternity? Why do God(s) live forever. Why do some people live longer then others.

Why are only a few immoral and the rest mortal? Why does death come and go from the next person to the next. Is it a disease that slowly will take victims who are unlucky enough to live long?

Everyone wishes to live long. Or they wish someone can live longer.

Lydia, she wishs to live long enough to see her children grow to be the powerful hybrids they ought to be.

Derek, he wishes Stiles was able to stay with him longer. So he can hold him longer. Kiss him longer. He wishes he wasn't so afriad to be with the boy. Be with the kid he fell in love with.

But things come and go. They said. And I guess it was time to let Stiles go.

The memorials for the people that died were "dead" center of the graveyard. They made a black smooth wall with names of people that died.

The military and Unit A-63 came to this funeral. Saying they're last wishes and doing the 21 shoot-off with their rifles held in the sky.  The Military took Lexi and Levi back with them. And when they left. When everyone slowly but surely left that graveyard. They left a couple with their twins and a man standing their next to one certain name that was bold and bigger then the other names. For the people knew what he did for the town and for the twins.

Mieczyslaw Stilinski.

"Thank you." Lydia held Mischief in one arm as the other draped across Stiles name. "Thank you so- so much." She cried softly making little Mischief coo at his mother and touch her face.

Derek stood next to her taking his own time looking at Stiles name on the wall. Why? The whys kept filling Dereks head as he looked at the dreadful wall. And when he turned away he was met with the eyes of young Mischief.

The young boy reminded everyone of Stiles. The kid looked like Stiles. He had Stiles eyes. He had his pale polished skin. He had his nose. His mouth. The only thing different was his fiery-red hair.

Silent tears fell down Dereks face. He missed Stiles. He missed that hyper active man-child so much.

"Why?" Derek choked out as Lydia finally walled away from the gravesite, with Parrish right next to her holding Allison.

"Why did you go?" Derek fell to his knees still staring at that name thay seemed to scream at him. Give him memories of the spazzy boy. "Why did you leave me here all alone?!" Derek shouted at the dreadful name. "I Never Told You," He shouted, "I Never Told You How Much I Fuck'n Loved you, Stiles!" He cursed and shouted.