Hey everyone! This is my very first TW fic and please don't be too hard on me since English is not my first language. I'll do my best, I promise!
So, the thing is, Derek has been put through enough s*** and I really just want to give him something good and permanent, something he'll be able to hold on to. And Mary Bennett was born! Eheh, seriously, I hope you'll like it. This is not a chapter, it's just a little intro, make sure you let me know what you think. :)

"Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I've been away for so long. In fact, I don't have much time left and this may be the last thing I will write on these pages. Funny how sometimes things don't work out the way we want them too. I don't believe in God but I lost faith in almost everything and I desperately need something to hold on to; do you think he'll let me in? I mean, in heaven?

I don't want to die but I also don't want to defy the laws of nature.

Truth is, I was comfortable with the idea of dying young, I really was, but it all changed when I met Derek (even though I knew there was something seriously wrong with him). He's been there for me; he even knew about my medical condition before I told him. Now he keeps saying that he can save me; all I have to do is say the word.

I don't want to leave him but I also don't want to become a monster." There were watermarks blurring some of the words, some of them were even illegible or scratched, but the wolf kept reading the diary.

"I keep having the same nightmare every night. In the beginning I'm standing in a field of blue roses (I swear I can smell them while I sleep), but just as I lean in closer to them, to touch them, they just… die. One by one. The field turns from blue to grey, ashes.

Then, I start panicking but there's no way to run and my legs won't move. I'm stuck to the ground. That's when it gets worse. I hear something behind me and as I turn around, I see a wolf. Better yet, a she wolf with bright blue eyes. It's me. I scream. I wake up.

My time is running out and I don't know what to do. All I know is that I don't want to lose the very first person that handed me his heart… because I know that if I die, he dies with me.

I don't want to kill him."

Derek put down the diary, almost incapable of holding back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Gazing down at Mary, peacefully asleep right beside him, he feared it was just a matter of time before she would wake up screaming.

The wolf hated to admit it but Mary was right about something she wrote in her diary. If she died, he would die too; maybe not physically, but his mind, his soul and his heart would die along with her. He would blame himself for the rest of his life with the same old question "What if I had saved her?"

Now, what do you think? Should I keep writting? I have a lovely plot for them and I'd be so happy to share everything with you! :) Please review and let me know!

Lots of love! x