[He should pull away. He knows that when her mouth presses against his. He cares about Daneca, really cares, and he thinks he might even love her, but - but it's Allison - but it's Allison trying to get through to another him - it's a different Allison, who loved a different him--
So he stays still, hands cupping hers gently, and he wishes he could keep her, every version of her, from ever crying again. He can taste her tears between their lips, and when she hugs him, he buries his face in her shoulder, holds tightly and doesn't let go.
She can forgive the other him, but Scott isn't sure he can forgive himself. Or - the other him. He's not sure where the line is, how much blame he places on either side. He has to swallow hard before he can speak, and even then, he doesn't know what to say.
He can still imagine a life with her, in a dim corner of his thoughts. A wedding - Stiles as his best man, looking happier than he's been in so long - Lydia as her bridesmaid, smug that it finally happened - moving into a new house - never having to worry about the electricity being shut off - barbecues in the back yard--
He has to put them away. She was the first girl he ever really loved. She was his anchor. But fate isn't real, and life goes on, even when you think it can't.
Pulling back, Scott cups her cheek, and kisses the crown of her head.]
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So he stays still, hands cupping hers gently, and he wishes he could keep her, every version of her, from ever crying again. He can taste her tears between their lips, and when she hugs him, he buries his face in her shoulder, holds tightly and doesn't let go.
She can forgive the other him, but Scott isn't sure he can forgive himself. Or - the other him. He's not sure where the line is, how much blame he places on either side. He has to swallow hard before he can speak, and even then, he doesn't know what to say.
He can still imagine a life with her, in a dim corner of his thoughts. A wedding - Stiles as his best man, looking happier than he's been in so long - Lydia as her bridesmaid, smug that it finally happened - moving into a new house - never having to worry about the electricity being shut off - barbecues in the back yard--
He has to put them away. She was the first girl he ever really loved. She was his anchor. But fate isn't real, and life goes on, even when you think it can't.
Pulling back, Scott cups her cheek, and kisses the crown of her head.]
I hope he remembers.