<Scott's POV>

Allison, Lydia, and I are all holding hands at the Sheriff's door. Allison and Lydia on either side of me. All of us have tear marks imprinted on our faces. We decided it was proper to have Stiles' three best friends inform his father that Stiles did not survive. I began to shake and worry, dreading what we have to say to Stiles' dad. Allison uses her free hand that isn't holding mine to knock on the door. I hear footsteps rushing to the door. The sheriff opens the door with a hopeful look on his face. I can smell the worry on him. When I hear Lydia sniffle I realize she won't be able to talk. Allison squeezes my hand letting me know I should be the one to speak. The dread that approached the sheriffs face when he realizes Stiles isn't with us is immediate. "Hi Mr. Stilinski," I croak out. He tilts his head.

"Where's Stiles?" He ask. Lydia takes her free hand and covers her mouth, hiding a cry. "Oh no..." The Sheriff says shaking his head in disbelief.

"Don't hate anyone except for me please, I was responsible for him, Stiles was supposed to be in my cars and I failed you, I'm so sorry," I blurt out beginning to cry. The words fall out of my mouth like vomit. The sheriff shakes his head as the tears begin to roll down his face. He lets us into the house and we all go straight to the living room. We all sit down, the three of us on the couch and Mr. Stilinksi in his chair. It's clear he is holding back tears.

"Who did it?" He manages to croak out. I look down and try to catch my breath. Allison speaks since she senses I'm in no condition to speak right now.

"A woman, Marianna, she calls herself the desert wolf, the rest of her history is a long story," Allison says with silent tears dripping down her face. The sheriff takes a few deep breathes that's fill the void of silence.

"How did it happen?" He manages to say. I finally am able to speak.

"He bled out as we tried to flee the hospital because his wound reopened, he was hurt when the desert wolf tried to kill Lydia. Stiles jumped in front of Lydia, saving her from the sword that was meant to kill her," I explain. The sheriff looks sad but almost proud of his son. He then looks to Lydia. She glances up from the floor and catches the Sheriff's gaze. Covering her face, Lydia gets up.

"I'm sorry I just, I can't," she mumbles as she walks quickly up the stairs. Mr. Stilinski looks back to Allison and I.

"Did they end up together?"

"Right before it happened," Allison says. Stiles' dad smiles through his tears.

"Good, he always loved her," Mr. Stilinksi says. Quickly after his voice cracks and he begins to cry harder than ever into his hands. Hiding his face from view. Allison stands up and goes into the kitchen. I see her voice become red. She doesn't want to cry, not in front of the poor man who has lost his wife and son. I get up from the couch and sit next to the man who is practically my father as well.

Throwing my arms around his shoulders I try to hold it together, but I fail desperately. "I'm so sorry Sheriff, I wanted to save him, I'm failed you I'm sorry!" I yell completely loosing it. He is unable to say anything so ideas we just hug each other and try to live in hear moments of depression.

<Lydia's POV>

It makes me feel as if it was my fault. If Stiles hadn't saved me he would be alive and I would be dead just like I'm supposed to be. I get away from the room with Stiles' father and walk swiftly upstairs. I walk to the familiar room where Stiles had comforted me time and time again. The home of Stiles has many rooms in it but none of them will ever be as special as his room.

I walk into his room trying to be as quiet as possible, even though I don't have to be. It's like if I make to much noise his ghost will be disturbed. At the sight of Stiles' things tear begin to prick my eyes at a faster pace. I cover my mouth as I tip toe around.

A board to solve crimes, a gaming system, messy sheets. Everything precisely Stiles. I walk to his bed and lay down in it. Rolling myself into a giant cocoon of blankets I take a deep breath and smell him. My tears vanish and I reach peace. I fell like Stiles' arms are wrapped around me instead of a mere blanket. My body must lay there for a good few hours because when I wake up its dark outside. I stare groggily out the window and see the stars. I hope Stiles landed somewhere among the stars. That must be a nice place to rest.

Noncommittally I get out of Stiles' bed and continue to venture tiredly around his room. Everything seems normal until until I see his desk. On it is a piece of paper that looks unnaturally neat for it to belong to Stiles. There is a pen near the paper and it breaks my heart to know that probably only days ago Stiles held that pen. Little sections of the paper are crinkly like they had water dropped on them and then it dried. Tears maybe. When I read the
note it all becomes clear.

My friends,

Okay so it's pretty obvious that things aren't good. I practically killed Allison, I hurt all of you. It's insanity in my head even though the nogitsune is gone. I just want it to end all of it, so I'm saying goodbye. Scott, I love you my brother, your are the only person that has been there for me every second. I hope I was there for you up until the point where I was taken over by void. Allison, don't ever cut your hair again, ever, it makes you look to old and you need to stay young as long as possible because you died and came back. Stay young Ali, live for me, I love you even though you aren't mine. Isaac, don't get overheated please, those scarves are dangerous, as for our friends, take care of them, please, it's my dying wish, make sure they're okay. Dad, I'm sorry I'm leaving you without a wife or son but trust me you are better off without me. I love you. To Derek, Melissa, Cora, Boyd, Coach, Kira, Mr. Argent, Aiden, Ethan, Danny, and yes even Jackson, without you guys I could not of made it this far, thanks and I appreciate all of you in different ways. Coach, stay sober, you'll die older. Lydia, my lovley Lydia. You aren't mine, you never were but it felt like you were. I have loved you since the third grade. I've cherished the ground you walk on. I've acted like a total idiot. Now I relize how stupid of me it was. You already had enough attention pointed towards you. All you ever wanted was someone to listen to you, not call out for you. That's the only time you considered me valuable. Lydia you've changed. You help people, you show affection, you cry in front of others, you make people hold their breath at the sight of you. We both know you take my breath away. Lydia I beg of you just as I beg of Isaac to take care of all of you, find someone who treats you right. Do not ever go back to how you used to be. That is not the real you, write that mathematical equation, create a new element for the periodic table, stop taking boys into coaches office, help Allison pick out clothes and wall paint colors, be Lydia Martin. Find the husband that could support you. He is out there somewhere. Lydia don't be stupid, I know somewhere under that cold life less exterior there is an actual human being, and I'm also pretty sure I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are, remember I think you look really beautiful when you cry, if you die I will literally go out of my freaking mind, you said it yourself, I'm the one that always figures it out, and you know what I have figured out? I have figured out that I have never loved someone the way I love you. Don't forget that my love. Remind Scott and Allison and everyone else everyday that I love them as much as I love you but all in different ways.

Goodnight love,

Stiles Stilinksi

My heart stops as I hold the paper in my hands. He was going to commit suicide. Stiles was going to kill himself. Not one of us knew it either. How could we be so careless?

I place the paper down on the desk and hold my breath. We're all those things he said true? What stopped him? My thoughts at interrupted when Allison comes to the door. "I made dinner," she says with a slight smile. I force a smile.

"I'll be down in a minute," I say. She nods and quickly walks away from Stiles' room. I rushingly pick up the note and fold it as small as I can and put it in my shoe. I can't tell them. I can't do that to them. Not right after Stiles has been murdered.

When I walk downstairs I see everyone has joined us in the Stilinski house. Melissa is holding Scott as the sit at the table together. Cora and Isaac are sitting next to each other, just whispering. Boyd and Kira are talking as they wait for food. Mr. Stilinksi is sitting at the end of the table just staring. I don't blame him for having the drink in front of him. In total honesty I have to force myself to not take a sip myself. Instead I walk to Allison and help her set the table. Kira notices us finishing setting the table and leaves her conversation with Boyd to help us bring out the food to the table from the kitchen. "Kira we've got it," Allison says. Kira shakes her head and picks up the pot with mashed potatoes.

"It's not problem." I take the plate of meat loaf and Allison brings out the vegetables. Cora shows up in the kitchen and brings out the pitcher of water and a few bees for Melissa and the Sheriff. Once the food is all on the table everyone gets comfortable and starts to make their plates.

As soon as I sit down I realize just how alone I am. Allison has taken a spot next to her father, Scott, and his mother. Isaac and Cora are clearly an item, Kira and Boyd are hitting it off. It's just me and the sheriff. Completely alone.

Before the information has time to get to me a knock comes at the door. Everyone goes silent. "Smell anything Scott?" Isaac asks. Scott sniffs and shakes his head.

"Lydia, any voices?" Allison asks. I close my eyes. A mere memory flashes through my mind. First an image of Aiden dying and then of Ethan and Danny kissing. What does that's mean?

I mutter under my breath. "It can't be."

"What?" Scott asks. I jump up from the table and rush to the door. Without hesitation I swing open the door and quickly smile for the first time in what seems like forever. A real genuine smile.

"Hey Lydia."

A/N BABESSSSSSSSSSSS OKAY YOU ARE BLESSED YOU MAY GO.