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Stiles clenched his fists, feeling empty and alone. He took a deep breath, shuddering shakily when he exhaled and his eyes began to sting and fill with moisture. He wiped at them angrily, he refused to cry. He breathed deeply to keep himself calm, to keep the overwhelming feeling of panic at bay, he didn't want to have a panic attack, not here, not out in the open like this. Derek was out there, he knew it, and he wasn't going to embarrass himself further in front of the werewolf. To make himself look needy. Stiles just let his shoulders slump with defeat and climbed into his jeep.
No one wants you.
He drove home silently, entered the house, and laid upon the bed. His felt his eyes droop heavily, his breathing evened out shortly after, and he fell asleep easily. He then entered a dream where the pain wasn't as sharp and he wasn't alone. He entered a dream where he was just a shadow to those that didn't matter and was someone important to a person that did.
**due to the disappointed reviews given by my readers I am going to rewrite the ending of this fic. You can read this version but I will be posting and new and approved version in a week or so. Please be patient and thank you for the understanding!!