A/N.
Just a short little piece of sadness and angst.
Warning: Major Character Death.
Nothing left.
"Even death has a heart."
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Isaac POV.
He stood beside Stiles with Lydia on his other side.
Time had changed so much since he had left Beacon Hills, the people around him looked far older than they should, like they had seen too much been through too much in a too short amount of time.
He felt and heard Lydia's breath hitch beside him and he pulled her closer to his side. He would have done the same with Stiles but he knew that it would have to wait, the now, man, would refuse to show that kind of weakness in public. It simply wasn't who he was.
'Scott' he thought sadly, it had started with him and now it had ended with him.
They had gotten so little time together and had had to part too early but when Stiles had called him in the dead of the night from an unknown phone number, all he had had to say was Scott's name and Isaac had booked the first plane back to the states.
He had been surprised to see how wary the faces around him looked, how unseeing their eyes seemed, when he had gotten there.
He had been surprised at how old they looked.
It had been too late for his Alpha. It had been wolf bane, a strain so old that the new pack doctor couldn't find the antidote before it had already been too late and his beloved had drawn his last breath before Isaac's plane had landed.
Hell, he even doubted that there were anything left of the plant that had taken Scott's life, so rare was it.
He had cried, he had screamed and broken down. They had let him, let him tear the place apart in sheer anger and sorrow over not having had enough time and blaming himself for not coming back sooner, cause if he had, he and Scott could have had years together, instead of stolen moment in the forest, kissed inside empty classrooms.
Instead of everything.
He was shaken back to reality by Stiles. The man looked concerned at him and the beta noted that he had both of Stiles' hands on his shoulder, like the man was trying to ground him.
"It's done. You're sure you wanna stay?" he asked in a small and croaking voice, almost like he hoped that the answer would be no.
He nodded, he had to stay, it was the only way he could forgive himself, even if there were nothing to forgive.
He looked around to see the people around them leaving and without any last words, he walked up to Scott's grave and fell down on his knees, not caring that his pants got wet from the dust rain that had been falling since morning.
Slowly before laying on his side, he pressed a kiss to the cold stone and read tbe text.
Scott A. McCall
1995-2023
A friend, brother and lover
May you rest in eternal piece
He ignored the tear that rolled down his cheek and howled his sorrow to the night, never having wished for more in that second, than that his howl would be answered.
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