Six Months. It had been six months since the accident that left Stiles alone and heart broken. Since then, everyday seemed empty and plain. It was the same routine; Stiles would wake up, get dressed, brush his teeth, and then go to school. He was no longer the hyperactive energetic Stiles he had once been. Now he walked around as if he wasn't even really there. As if he had no purpose.

The last six months had been the hardest he had faced since the death of his mother so many years ago. After school, Stiles would go straight home and up to his room where he did most of his homework as usual, then cry himself to sleep. On some lucky days, his father would be able to get him to eat a little something before he retreated back to his solace.

His friends worried constantly about his health, both mentally and physically. They walk him to his classes and try to get something out of him, some sort of laugh or smile, but they never can seem to put it there. All of them know that void will be hard to fill. Stiles doesn't even try to act happy anymore, they all know it's a mask.

He isn't sure what keeps him going anymore. In his heart he feels no need to go on. No need to get up in the morning and take a step out the door, but in his mind, he knows Derek wouldn't want him to be that way. So he gets up and he goes, hoping that one day it will be easier to do normally again.

The night of the accident flashes through his mind quite often. It was May 22nd and it had been raining. Derek had just picked Stiles up from Lacrosse practice and the two were going out for dinner. Derek was so busy paying attention to the boy go on about the day's events that he didn't see the deer run out in front of him. The screech of the tires wakes Stiles up from his nightmare and he finds his face is soaked in tears.

Stiles drives to the scene of the accident and sits. He sees the indentions in the tree where they had hit and the flowers by the road side. All this brings on the tears. No one understands how much he hurts. Derek and him had been together for months, and were even making plans for an engagement after graduation. They had even discussed fixing up the Hale house so they would have a place to live together. Their entire future had been planned, yet yanked away from him in mere seconds. Nothing prepared him for that day or his life without Derek in it.

There is no way Stiles could ever forget about Derek. All the late nights after school at the Hale house, all the laughs and kisses they shared, and all the joy Derek brought to Stiles life. He wished there was some way that he could change everything and bring him back, to touch him and hold him, and to kiss him once more. Every night he sleeps with one of Derek's t-shirts, clinging to it helplessly so he can remember his smell.

Years go by and Stiles is still single. He doesn't dare to get close to anyone else. Derek was the only one he ever loved and he intended to keep it that way. Even though he knows Derek would want him to move on and to be happy again, Stiles didn't think it was right. After rebuilding the Hale house, Stiles had found happiness again. He was in the place that Derek loved the most, and that was all he needed.