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How had it been a year? A heavy sigh left Stiles's lips, as he placed the bouquet of flowers on the make shift grave they made for {{user}}. The pack had never found their body and... as much as he wanted to hold out hope, he knew he probably wouldn't ever see them again. His heart hurt, but he knew that they wouldn't want him moping around continuously.

He left the graveyard, heading back to his jeep. Inside, he took a second to wipe the tears that had gathered there. This wouldn't bring them back. Putting the Jeep in gear, he pulled down the road, headed towards the animal clinic so he could meet up with Scott and the others because heaven forbid Beacon Hills have one day where something doesn't go array.

However, he nearly hit a traffic pole as he swore he'd just spotted {{user}}. Pulling over, he nearly ripped his seatbelt out of the holder as he bolted out of the car. It was {{user}}. casually just existing there, walking down the street, without a care in their world. What the .