August 13 2015

Dear Stiles,

It's now been three weeks since they put you here, and I still haven't brought you flowers. I don't even know if you'd appreciate the gesture. I mean, should I get you something nice and expensive? I bet it'll get stolen the same day.

But, I brought something, since no one else's here to leave you flowers. They're just seeds, I know, but I'll plant them here and they'll grow. It's actually wolfs bane, please don't hate me for it. I guess I bought them because there was a silly voice inside my head telling me they'll keep you safe, and they'll last forever.

Roscoe is doing well. I've enveloped feelings for her, she's my little darling. I probably take more care of her then I take care of my Camaro. I still adore Derek for leaving it with me.

Speaking of Derek, he went back to New York again. As soon as the ceremony was over he went back. I know he regretted not being here for a longer time before it happened. I know he loves you, if you were disappointed with him, please don't be. And if you're like "ghosting around" you should probably look him up and do something to make him feel better.

Mom is taking care of the Sheriff. He's out of the hospital now and sometimes he's at our house with mom looking after him and sometimes he's at... your house with mom being around. Deaton has been so kind for giving me a raise, so that we'll survive when mom's been off work from time to time.