Till I See You Again

PART SIXTEEN

Stiles's POV:

*Two Weeks Later*

The house was silent. Dad was at work, leaving me alone in the house. Alone with my emotions and my thoughts. I was sitting on my bed, looking up at my ceiling when my phone buzzed.

'Hey, Stiles. Do you want to hang out later?' It was a text from Lydia. I turned off my phone and placed it on my nightstand as I pulled the covers over my face, my head sinking into my pillow. My eyes began closing as I drifted off to sleep.

I looked around. I was standing in the middle of Derek's loft. "What the hell am I doing here?" I mumbled underneath my breath as I looked around, I didn't want to be here but at the same time, I felt like I needed to be here which was the only reason why I walked forward, my feet hitting the ground as I continued walking for what felt like hours until I had reached the bottom of the staircase.

"Please, I-I can't do this again." I whispered to myself as I heard movement coming from upstairs, I pressed my hand on the stair railing as I walked up the stairs and into Derek's room, I stumbled back when I saw Derek sitting on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Derek?"

"Stiles?" He turned his head and looked at me as tears streamed down my cheeks. "Stiles, what's wrong?" He was wearing the same shirt he died in, his entire shirt was soaked in blood.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to him as he motioned for me to walk into the room but I didn't listen to him. "Derek, I am so sorry for what happened." He looked down at his bloody shirt before looking back over at me.

"It's not your fault. I-I told you that."

"But it is and I am so sorry! I-I wish I could take it back, I miss you so much!" I looked down at the ground. "I killed you because none of this would have happened if I hadn't asked you to go on the stupid date!" I screamed as I looked at Derek. "I am so sorry! I-I can't go on without you! I miss you!"

I jumped up, screaming as I realized it was all a dream but it didn't make him calm down anymore, even though it was all just a dream, everything they said was true. "Breathe, Stiles." I told myself as swear poured down my face, getting mixed together with my tears. "I can't do this anymore."