Stiles' POV
"You love me?" I ask confused
"Of course I do, who wouldn't?" She smiles "you’re kind, smart, amazing and also quite hot" she moves further away from me. "Stiles it took me a while to realise it, I've loved you for a long time now, I just haven't be able to admit it to myself. I thought I loved Jackson, but I've never felt like this towards him... towards anyone"
I smile, probably a little too much, "Hey Lydia..."
She looks up from her hands, "yeah?"
"Do you want to come back to mine after this, I mean when the funeral has finished?" I shrug “I know the night is gonna be difficult for you so…”
"I would love to, only if you think your dad would be okay with it?"
"He won't care"
I stand up and take her hand, "we should probably get back in there..." I wish I could ask her the one question I've been dying to ask her for over 9 years, will you be my girlfriend? But I can't it's not right to ask her now.
We walk back into the hall our fingers laced, our palms sticking together due to the sweat. I slowly run my thumb over hers in small circles. I sit down in my seat with Lydia beside me, Scott smiles through his tears, and gives me a thumbs up.
Kira has finished Lydia's speech and the minister is now saying something about moving out into the grounds to bury Allison's body. Lydia stifles another sob, “She can’t be gone.” I hug her to my side, “We’ll never forget her.” I stand up and walk side by side with Lydia into the grounds to a deep hole picked out by Allison’s father. It’s right beside a tall willow tree. There’s no headstone yet so a small bouquet of roses is placed at the head of the grave.
We arrange ourselves around the rectangular hole, Lydia rests her head on my shoulder silent tears rolling down her cheeks, Scott stands neck to Kira, Chris stands of to the side his stern face shows no pain but I know he doesn’t feel that way.
Allison’s mahogany coffin is lowered into the darkness, her body inside, never to be seen again, all because of me.
