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Like our last kiss it was perfect,
but we were nervous, on the surface,
And I'm always saying everyday that it was worth it,
Pain is only relevant if it still hurts
*
“Are we breaking up?”
Stiles felt sick. His stomach felt heavy, like it was full of lead, sinking him. He could feel his hands growing numb, sensation leaving his body as the air fought its way into his lungs.
“Yes.”
Derek wasn't looking him in the eye. He was staring over Stiles' shoulder, grinding his teeth together in an effort to stay put. After two years, Stiles still couldn't believe that he was able to make the Alpha falter, to make him want to duck and run rather than hold his ground. Derek used to say it was because they were equals, that he was scared of Stiles in the way that Stiles should be afraid of him.
“Yeah o...yeah, okay.” Breathe in. 1-2-3. Breathe out. 1-2-3. Breathe in. Stiles had never been afraid of Derek before. Sure, in the beginning, Derek was abrasive, raw, and unemotional. He tossed around threats the way Stiles tossed around his feelings. But he never thought Derek would ever hurt him, not like this, anyway. They'd been good. Really good, actually. He thought, maybe one day, they'd get married. Settle down. Turns out, he was being foolish.
“Call me.”
“What?”
“Call me, when you get to the school. So that I know you made it there safe.”
“Alright.” The numbness was spreading up his arms as he controlled his breathing. Derek must have been able to hear the way his heart was racing, threatening to burst right out of his chest. He did nothing, though. Just gave an abrupt nod, then walked out of Stiles' bedroom. He didn't use the window like he usually did. Stiles poked his head out of his door and heard Derek mumble a few words to his father, then shut the front door.
He was gone.
And now Stiles was alone.
*
And I know you'll say,
that I'm the only one
But I know that God made another one of me
to love you better than I ever will.