Love was a weapon. Love was a game. Love was bribery.
It took him awhile to forget her. To try to forget her.
He didn't forget about her. Not ever. Stiles had his distractions. He was important in a sidekick kind of way and that was enough. He told himself it was. After all it had to be. Scott needed him, exactly the way he was: his best friend, his brother. If not in blood, in bond.
Although they didn't believe in love they spent an awful lot of time being in love, but always with the wrong people. There were no "right" people. Not for them.
They were survivors. They had their scars. They had a spear in their side and envy in their hearts. It made it hard to breathe.
It wasn't moving on if he didn't forget her, but her happiness was more important than his.
She deserved a normal life. But Lydia wasn't normal. Darkness cried out for her.
You don't forget about the only girl you've ever loved.
But he couldn't save her. He couldn't save anyone.
And if you let it love will kill you.