Lydia had never been speechless; she was too smart. She always had a quick fact, informed opinion, or witty quip to throw in to the mix. And yet, here she was, stood silently, gaping idiotically. Finally rendered speechless. All because of the boy that had just come tumbling into the room.
Scott's hand, which lay splayed on her back, had tensed, while his eyes - now glowing blood red - darted back and forth, trying to make sense of the image before him. A single whisper slid from his mouth: 'Stiles.'
As if that were a command word, both Scott and Malia scrambled into action, racing forwards to steady a weak Stiles. Stiles. Lydia kept standing silently, gaping idiotically. Her mind became obsessed with focusing on every last detail of his face, so that no amount of supernatural force could steal it from her again. The flutter of his eyelashes as he blinked in disbelief. The curve of his dimple when he smiled. The loving way he clung to his best friends, and the gangly way he walked towards her. One step. Two steps. Three. Four. Closer. Closer. Their fingers intertwined. 'Hey,' he said with a grin, as if they were merely passers-by in the street. If things really were as simple as that, then why were Lydia's cheeks stained with tears? She was smiling though. Wider than she ever had before. Raising her arms to cling to his neck, Lydia hugged him, burying her head into his collar. Stiles peacefully rested his chin on her hair, finally releasing a deep, long-held breath. 'I'm sorry I didn't remember,' Lydia said, still latched onto him. She'd meant to sound strong and meaningful, but she only managed a muffled whisper.
'You did remember. You didn't just remember, you knew,' Stiles replied, taking a curl of her hair in his fingers. 'You were the one who knew all along.'
'I remembered... I knew you loved me.'
'I still do.'
Lydia finally pulled away, glancing up to stare deep into his eyes. They fell into a kiss that had been building up for, well, it must've been years. It did not disappoint. How could she have ever forgotten this? She knew what the hell a Stiles was. And she was more in love with it than she could imagine.