Ever Forgiven | Self-para
Derek Hale, a devoted friend? No, that couldn't be right. A friend wouldn't destroy the faith of his friends the way he had, that had been the one thing he had realized when he had stood there waiting for Scott and seen his face when he could not believe what stood there in front of him. He had lied to him, he had made him through that exact same thing as he had been through when the Alpha Pack had been in town and he had fallen off that storey with Ennis, when they had all thought he had died in that battle. But he had survived, just like he had survived through this battle too, but for what cause? No, he didn't regret to have staged his death, but he did regret for letting Scott to be one of those people to take the hit and the fall. And maybe he had been the best scene of act to have everyone believe that his death had been nothing but the truth, but what he had been put through, he was not sure even himself if he should have ever been forgiven.
The loft was empty, and dark, and most of all lonely. He had eased himself to sit on his couch, his back tight against the backrest, his eyes just as tightly staring out into the emptiness. Derek listened to the nothingness, yet he could hear the cars passing by the far away highway that was miles away from the building, he could hear a little girl crying, a couple fighting somewhere down the street and the footsteps that lead from the street through the doorway all the way to the elevator that lifted the occupant creaking up towards the top floor. He didn't need to caught a scent of the familiar after shave nor see the face of the only person who would have the guts to come and congratulate him of the job well done. He returned back to the present, an exhale relaxing his lungs before he stood up from the couch and led his way to the middle of the wide floor. To wait upon his uncle's arrival.