I waited for what seemed an eternity. The note had said that Derek would be back at midnight. I got to his house at, maybe nine in the morning. All I have to do is just find things to do to make the time fly.

At first, I attempted to take a nap. That failed. I was too anxious to see Derek again. Every time I closed my eyes, I just kept thinking that I'd been laying in the bed for hours. When I get up and look at the clock on my phone (which I found on laying on Derek's pillow), I always got disappointed to find that I'd been lying there for five minutes.

I gave up trying to sleep and went downstairs. I turned on the TV, but like always, nothing was on. I was so bored that I even began to clean around the house. I washed all the clothes, cleaned the kitchen and the bathrooms, washed the windows, and did all the dishes. That wasted at least two hours. Now it was around 11:30 am.

This is ridiculous! I have nothing to do at all! No TV, no chores, I couldn't even do homework! I tried talking to Billy, Jacob's dad, but he said that he had to go over to the Clearwaters' house for something. He most likely just got tired of me trying to pry the reason he was in a wheelchair out of him.

This sucks! I walked into the bathroom and went over to the medicine cabinet. I opened it up and took out some Lunesta. They probably used this for Jacob to help him sleep when he was first transitioning into a werewolf or something. I took two pills and went upstairs to lie on Derek's bed. Right when I laid down, I fell asleep.

"Myren?" a voice asked me as I was gently shaken awake.

"Derek?" I whispered.

"No, it's me. Jacob."

I opened my eyes and saw Jacob leaning over me. "What time is it?" I asked him as I straightened up. I rubbed my eyes and stretched out my arms. Within about five seconds, I felt wide awake and well rested. Those sleeping pills really do work!

"It's 11:45," Jacob answered.

"What?" I shouted. I can't believe that I'd been asleep for only fifteen minutes.

Jake raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, it's 11:45, well, now 11:46. You've been asleep the whole day. I figured I'd wake you up now to give you fourteen minutes before Derek gets home."

"Oh." I looked at the window and saw that it was pitch-black outside. I got out of the bed and followed Jake downstairs. We then sat on the couch.

"How are you going to reveal yourself to Derek?" Jake asked me. He was probably trying to waste time with me since there was still nothing on TV.

I shrugged. "I figured I'd just say 'Hi,' as he walked in through the door."

Jacob chuckled. "That sounds like a good idea." Then his face got serious. I can tell where this is going to go.

"Just tell me what wrong," I sighed.

Jacob sighed as well. "There's…well…Derek's not really the same."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, he's just not the same person. He barely speaks to anyone and he hasn't really been himself since he thought you died."

I just sat in silence. I knew that Derek wouldn't be the same cheerful, loving person I once knew. I just didn't expect the change to be so noticeable.

"Well," Jacob said, "I have to get back on patrol. I just dropped off to check on you. I haven't been allowed to phase so that Derek couldn't read my thoughts and find out that you were here. So I gotta run all the way to the beach. See you later."

Jacob got off the couch and walked outside.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that Derek had ten seconds left. I sank into the couch and counted down to myself. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."

The door opened.

A man walked inside. He was very pale. He almost had to duck to get in through the doorway. He had the same muscle tone as Sam. He had dirty blond hair that was cut short, but the bangs were still there, although they weren't styled or anything. The man was wearing a sad face, but he had lines that told me that he used to constantly be smiling. I also saw slight stubble on his chin. The man obviously didn't find it important to care about his appearance; perhaps a lack of motivation? His clothes also contributed to that theory: his had no shirt on, showing off his very impressive chest muscles, and his shorts were just very old and tattered basketball shorts. His ice blue eyes hadn't noticed me on the couch yet. They were focused on the floor, depressed. Could this sad man be the once happy Derek I loved?

How should I get his attention? I had wanted to sneak up on him, like a surprise. However, once I saw this sad, built man, that idea flew out the window: I might scare him and his first impulsive reaction would be to kill me.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Why was I so scared?

Derek slumped his way into the kitchen. After a few minutes, I heard the clanking of pots and the sound of running water.

I cleared my throat, over-exaggerating it a little bit to make sure Derek heard. The water stopped and I heard the pot get set on the counter. Then footsteps made their way into the living room.

Derek stopped in his tracks when he saw me on the couch. He just stood there, his mouth open in shock and a single tear falling from his left eye.

"Hi," I said sheepishly.

"…Myren?" Derek asked, unsure if he was dreaming or not.

I nodded. "I'm here-"

Derek rushed over to the couch and scooped me up in his arms. I was being pressed so tightly to his chest that I knew I'd have some bruises, but I wanted him to hold me even tighter. Derek began to cry a little bit. He shoved his face into my hair to try to hide it.

"It's okay," I whispered, starting to cry myself.

That's how Derek and I spent our first night in a long time together: holding one another, blubbering.

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you too," he sobbed.

I knew that Derek and I were soul-mates. There was no doubt about it now. I felt bad for all the pain I'd put him through, but hopefully I could make it up to him. Hell, we've got the rest of our lives together. I'm bound to do one thing to make him happy. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He grabbed my head and kissed me back.