Queen of Broken Hearts
I'm aware of what you are, and it t-t-tears me apart
I'm a Jack to give myself to you, Queen of broken hearts
I'm alive and I can see, that you can't keep killing me
I'm a King to play the lonely part, for my Queen of broken hearts
Stiles Stilinski had loved Lydia Martin for years. There was no doubt about it. Even when she ignored him, even when she chose someone else, even when she was mean and cruel and horrible, he loved her, and he always would.
When he'd met Malia (then Tate, now Hale) he thought: maybe this is my chance to move on. And when he explored new experiences with her in the basement of Eichen House, he thought: this is my chance to move on.
But he'd been wrong. As always. He still loved her, and that was clear with the Nostigunes' kidnapping of Lydia. He'd been angry. Why couldn't he not love her if he knew she wasn't ever going to return the feeling? Why was he destined to love the Queen of Broken Hearts?
He'd taken Malia's side in the jeep because he was sick of the masochism on his part. He'd ignored Malia's rashness because he was sick of the unrequitedness. And really, it hadn't gotten them anywhere. Except, it seemed, on a certain redhead's watch list- not that he wasn't there already..
Yeah, she'd saved him from a panic attack, and yeah, she was his tether when he'd had to go into the icy waters, but she'd never love him. He would be stuck loving her, the Queen of Broken Hearts.