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Summer wasn’t exactly paying attention to where she was going. Hands in her pockets, she simply wandered, trusting instinct to guide her back when she was ready to go home.

She suspected it would be a while. It usually was when she tried to run away from herself.

She hadn’t actually got that far, though, when something impinged on her consciousness. Well, someone. Someone loud, and in a lot of pain. Unsurprisingly, her feet were carrying her right toward the source.

Summer allowed herself a single, deep sigh. In some ways, she hated this part of herself. But this was what she was for. All she was for. So she mentally squared her shoulders and stopped in front of the figure. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Stiles wasn’t expecting anyone to find him yet. Not until he was done. But, suddenly, someone was standing in front of him, talking to him. He could hardly hear her over the Nogitsune’s screeching, so he squinted at her, trying to read her lips. Letting out a breath, he jerked his head back.

“I—I’m fine,” he lied, voice cracking ever so slightly. “Totally and completely fine. Just…sitting out here. Alone.” But you’re never alone, Stiles, the fox reminded him. Not really. He flinched, sucking in air.

“What—what’re you doing out here alone this time of night?” he asked stupidly. “It’s dangerous out here.” Go away, go away, please, please, go away so I can fix this.

Summer shrugged. “I’m running away from myself. It looks like you’re doing the same thing. Which isn’t exactly my definition of ‘fine’.” She rocked back and forth on her toes for a moment. “It looks like you aren’t fine at all,” she went on, quietly. “Like maybe you’re thinking about doing something … it’s hard to go back from. You probably don’t want to talk about it. You’ve screwed your courage up, and the longer you wait, the more you’re unsure if you can do it at all.”

She glanced around, up at the sky, thick with stars, and a breeze wrapped a strand of hair around her throat. “Maybe you think you don’t know any other way to cope with the pain.” Looking back at him, she offered what might have been a smile if the rest of her face wasn’t so serious and sad.

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I’m done. I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m done. I…I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry. The words played themselves over and over in his head as he sat on the ground, fiddling with the object he held in his hands. It’s too much. Everything hurts, and I just—it won’t stop. We thought it was over, but it won’t stop. Stiles thought back to the letter he probably should have written to his dad. Instead of explaining like he should have, he’d just written two words.

Sorry, Dad.

Would he know immediately when seeing it? Stiles couldn’t help but think so. He swallowed, his grip tightening. Was he having second thoughts? Maybe, but they were only brief. He just—he couldn’t. It was still there, and because it was dying and its mind was decaying, so was he. Everything was going wrong and he just—he couldn’t. It was better. It would stop soon.

He wasn’t sure where he was, but he didn’t really care, staring at what he held in his hands. They’d find him eventually. Scott would be able to find him, or the deputies would. Maybe even Derek. Someone would find him, and it would be okay again. Really, it would be.

He repeated that to himself softly, mumbling under his breath. “Really, it’s going to be okay. I can’t let you in, but I can end it for both of us.” He was reassuring not only himself, but the monster inside of him, the thing that wouldn’t stop screeching and filled his head with despair. He thought back to the last thing he said to his dad, to Scott, to Lydia, to everyone who cared.

I’m fine, don’t worry.

Summer wasn’t exactly paying attention to where she was going. Hands in her pockets, she simply wandered, trusting instinct to guide her back when she was ready to go home.

She suspected it would be a while. It usually was when she tried to run away from herself.

She hadn’t actually got that far, though, when something impinged on her consciousness. Well, someone. Someone loud, and in a lot of pain. Unsurprisingly, her feet were carrying her right toward the source.

Summer allowed herself a single, deep sigh. In some ways, she hated this part of herself. But this was what she was for. All she was for. So she mentally squared her shoulders and stopped in front of the figure. “Hey. What’s wrong?”