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He stared down at his sleeping figure, curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed. His body rose and fell with his breathing, his lips were pouted and his hair was dis-shelved. The only thing was that he had dry tear stains on his cheeks, and his eyes looked sunken in.
He remember the day all to clearly, the day I left without even explaining why I was leaving.
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Stiles sat, dressed up neatly for once, at the neatly made dinning table. He itched his neck, pulling the collar away a bit, and groaned.
"Where are you Derek" he mumbled, looking around. He wanted to drag his hands threw his hair, but he couldn't, because he wasn't willing to mess up his hair after Scott had spend about 30 minutes over it.
He took a final look around before sighing and sinking in his seat. He pulled out his phone, checking the time. 9:06 . He was 36 minutes late, and dread was starting to sink in.
"May I take your order now sir?" Stiles looked up, and sat up a bit, deciding if he was gonna sit here for a while, he would take a glass of wine.
"Yeah... Could I get some wine?" He said, fixing the crocked utensils. The man wrote the order and nodded, smiling, and walking away.
He sighed and leaned back, rubbing his forehead. Was Derek going to show? He had reserved this restaurant 2 weeks ahead, since this place was expensive and got quite busy.
"Come on Derek" he whispered desperately, he heard the door open, and spun to see if it was him. Sadly it was only an elderly couple, at his desperate action, he almost laughed.
Why would Derek actually say yes to coming? It's not like they haven't been dating for a year now.
He saw the glass be placed down in front of him and he quickly grabbed it taking it all down. The man gave him a worried look, and he ordered the whole bottle.
It's been an hour, and Derek still hasn't shown up.
"Can I get you anything else sir?" He waiter asked gently, realizing what was happening, seeing this happen before to many people.
"You know what.." He began, taking the last sip of his drink. "Just give me the check" he mumbled, pulling out his wallet.
Out side, stood Derek, watching Stiles sadly. He watched the way he slammed the glass down, the look of defeat on his face. He sighed, and leaned back against the car.
"Derek... We gotta go" Cora said sadly, who was also watching her brothers boyfriend for the back 30 minutes.
"Yeah.." He whispered, as he watched stiles pay he bill and wipe his face. A feeling of guilt filled his body as he got in the car.
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It's been 2 months, and he was standing the bed they both once shared. Stiles face shoved in his pillow, soaked with tears.
He sighed and stroked his cheek, that seemed more defined now then before he left. His body smelt of sadness, it overpowered all others.
"Oh stiles.." He whispered, taking his hand away and walking across the room towards the window. He heard the bed shuffle, and he paused, hand on the window.
".. Derek?" He slowly dropped his hand and turned around. His heart hurt, the sight of Stiles with blood shot eyes, again watering with new tears.
"Yeah..." He whispered, and Stiles quickly got out of bed and ran into him. He easily caught him, noticing the change of his weight.
"I-I" he cried, his tears wetting the leather on his jacket. Derek shushed him, picking him up gently, and walking towards the bed.
"How are you darling?" He said softly, laying stiles back down on the bed. Stiles looked at him with big doe eyes, grabbing his shirt and pulling him forward. He fell, and stiles quickly wrapped his legs and arms around him, not letting him go.
"D-Don't leave me again.." He whimpered, and Derek sighed, nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck. "Please don't leave" he whispered, voice cracking.
"I won't.." He said, pulling the blankets over them. Holding him closer, kissing his forehead and holding his tighter
"I won't"
