Stiles' POV
She's standing at the podium, her strawberry blonde hair up in a tight bun and her green eyes welling with tears. The small black dress she wears is rumbled and creased from all the hugs. Scott sits next to me, his hand full of used tissues, his eyes well with more tears. The love he felt for Allison was like nothing else I had encounted. When she broke up with him, he was so hurt I never thought he’d be able to find anyone else. Even when Allison started dating Isaac, you could tell they both loved each other. Allison dying in Scott’s arms gave him some release but also cause him more pain than anything had before, even a knife in his gut.
"Allison, how do I start to talk about Allison?" Lydia smiles weakly at me beginning her speech, "She was my best friend, the best and most kind hearted person I know, I mean knew..." I notice a tears run down her cheek. "Allison always knew when to cheer me up, she loved and was loved by so many people, and we will all miss her so much." Her hand moves to her mouth as she muffles a sob, "I'm sorry, I can't do this..."
Without knowing it I'm on my feet moving up the Isle towards her. I love her and I know she doesn't feel the same way about me but I'm needed. I put my arm round her and pull her off the stage. "Kira could you read the rest of her speech... I need to help her."
I hug Lydia to my side and walk her out of the room, she sobs into my chest and I feel her tears soaking through my shirt. I spot a set of three seats in the way next to a vending machine. I sit down and pull Lydia onto the seat next to me. She curls up into me and continues to cry..
