It had been a long time since Aiden moved away to Beacon Hills. It had been so long that you stopped counting the days; you stopped writing him letters. You hadn't even talked to him since the night he left, as he had never once written back.
You had started to doubt if he would ever come back, or if awaiting the return of the boy you loved, who mysteriously had no last name, was pointless.
Yes, Aiden No-last-name. You were in love with him, and it seemed as if he didn't care for you at all. At least, it seemed that way until he came back.
You stood next to the lake, where you and Aiden used to walk to in the summer. You still went, only you were without him.
There wasn't a lot to do alone. You mostly just sat cross-legged off to the side, staring into the empty water and thinking of the boy who abandoned you all to soon.
You were almost falling asleep when he finally did show up, six months after he had left. It had been six months since you had heard from him.
"[Y/N]," he said, standing behind you.
You didn't look away from the lake. It wasn't like you could just throw yourself at him, or at least not after what he did to you.
"Aiden," you said back.
He silently moved to sit down next to you. He was different now, even in just six months time. His hair was shorter than it had been, and his style had changed completely. The once nerdy Aiden was now wearing black jeans and a brown leather jacket.
"I knew I'd find you here," he spoke up. "Have you been sitting here all this time?"
"No," you answered flatly.
Aiden could talk as much as he wanted to; you didn't care until you had an apology, or at least an explanation.
"I'm sorry," he seemed to read your mind.
You picked a small stone out of the dirt and threw it into the lake, watching it skip across the water.
"Why did you even leave?" You prodded, your voice laced with anger.
"[Y/N]," he shook his head slowly. "I can't say."
"Fine," you stood up. "I'll go."
"Wait," he popped onto his feet. "I said I was sorry."
You turned around on your heel, glaring. "I can't even tell what you're sorry for. Sorry for leaving? For not writing back? For not telling me why? What is it?"
"It's none of those, actually," he said.
"Then what?"
"Don't hate me," he said. Aiden looked at the ground for what felt like an eternity. When he lifted his head back up, his eyes glowed blood red.
"You're an Alpha."
You knew what it meant, and suddenly all the pieces fit together. Aiden and his brother had killed their pack, and they had to get out of town.
You walked into his arms and offered the warm embrace that you had been longing for. Aiden hugged you back, obviously surprised, and was unwilling to let you go.
"I thought it was me," you whispered.
He kissed the top of your head, "it could never have been you."
