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Stiles has been missing for three years and everyone is starting to loose hope. All except Scott.
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Thomas and his friends are living a great life in the safe haven only for things to go wrong.
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When Scott finds crucial information about Stil...
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No one seemed to be able to look Scott in the eyes.
"Has anyone found anything about Stiles?" He repeats himself.
The room fell silent.
"Scott, we've been through this. I think it's time to let go of the past and move on." Derek said disturbing the silence.
Scott just stood there and started to shake his head.
"No, no, no no no!" He said as the truth was finally seeping in. "He's still out there." He said as tears started to roll down his face. "We can still find him there's gotta be a way."
"I want to believe he's out there too." Reassured Lydia. "I really do but...it's been three years. After 72 hours is when police start expecting to find a- a body." Lydia too was now finding it hard not to let her emotions flow.
Scott started shaking his head again, unable to grasp on the idea of the truth. "No. No! Lydia you are the banshee! Don't you feel anything! Lydia you are the one who should be telling us if he- if..." Cried Scott as he couldn't hold it together anymore.
"I — Stiles... I can't.... I don't think..." She sighed finally admitting the what she felt or didn't feel. "Stiles isn't with us anymore... It's as if he- he no longer exists —" Said Lydia too, now falling to pieces. "There is no more Stiles."
"That's not true. That's not true. That's not true!" Scott shouted.
He looked around the room. Everyone looked at him with sorrow filled eyes. "That's not true..." He finally sobbed.
Allison come up towards his shaking body and wrapped her arms around him.
"Shhh... Shhh." Said Allison trying to calm him down.
He was overwhelmed by numerous amounts of emotions that he had been bottling up for so long.
Scott just weeped into her shoulder. Unable to hold everything back.
Everyone just watched as they saw they're alpha finally break down into a million pieces.
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"You're not no one. You're someone. You're my best friend and I need you. You're my brother. Alright, so if you're gonna do this then, I think you're just gonna have to take me with you then." Said a familiar voice. It's his voice. Thomas knew it was his voice. It sounded younger. It sounded innocent. He just couldn't hear who he was speaking to. Lines were slurred. Names were forgotten. Is this a dream or is it a memory?
