"You've been avoiding me." Stiles said, cornering Lydia back into the wall. She just had biology and he knew that now she had a free period now.

"Don't be ridiculous Stiles." She responded trying to manoeuver herself out.

"Then why have you been avoiding me?" He asked.

"I haven't, I've just been busy."

"Really?"

"Yes really, now can you move out of my way please Stiles." She sounded exasperated, he didn't know why, after all it was him that got the cold brush of the shoulder after sitting by her bedside for a month.

"No." He said, quite firmly, he wanted answers.

"No." Lydia repeated in disbelief.

"You're not going until you've told me the truth. Stop lying! Do you know it was like for me? Sitting by our beside, every single day, wondering if you were ever going to wake up. Allison is dead because of me, and you were catatonic because of me Lydia. I've hurt all of you. So for the love of god tell me the truth, do you hate me? Is that it? Do you blame me for Ally?" He voice broke as he uttered the last few words.

"Please Lydia, tell me."

"Fine. You want to know why I'm ignoring. It's because the entire month I was in the coma I created this fictional universe in my head where you loved me. Why Stiles? Because I love you. But there's no chance of us ever happening because you've moved on and-"

"I haven't," he cut in, "I haven't moved on. I still love you Lydia. I could never stop loving you."

"Oh." Lydia responded, he loved her.

"Oh." She repeated, "Well that's good."

"Yes. Yes it is." He responded moving forward further blocking her way out, then he leaned in face being down to kiss her.