"You’re the one who left!"
It’s been a couple of years since Scott had left Beacon Hills, which to this day was the biggest mistake of his life. He wasn’t thinking that night that he left, all he could think about his how so many people keep dying around him and that it’s all his fault. He was living with survivor’s guilt and mourning the loss of his first love. He left without a word to anyone but his mother, saying he’ll keep in touch but he needed a vacation. A vacation that lasted more than three years and he barely kept the promise of keeping in touch.
Scott found himself in the east coast of the United States, going from city to city, finding packs that would bring him in so he could learn. He wanted to learn all he could about being a good alpha, an alpha who keeps his pack alive instead having someone die every time they go up against the bad guys. And there were a few fellow alphas who tried just that, which made the time away from home a little easier, the guilt disappearing just a bit. But his time away was nothing but a distraction and when it came down to it, Scott couldn’t avoid going home for long.
Leaving his friends behind, his pack, had been the worst mistake. He realized it once he came back, seeing their lives have change. Everyone’s grown up, gone to college and made their lives for the better. But his absence wasn’t the best and still, Beacon Hills needed a protector and it’s proven that Scott wasn’t that person. Everyone made do with him being gone. He realized this and he made peace with it, which is why the first couple of weeks was spent with his mother mostly, holed up in his old room and thinking about how he should go about seeing his friends again.
His meeting with Lydia Martin had been on accident. He was on his way to the hospital to bring his mother some dinner and he bumped into Lydia on the way in. She was dressed up in her usual fashion, her hair in curls that are much longer than he remembered, but he couldn’t forget that voice. No matter how much she may have grown up while he was gone. While he felt happy to see her, his mind wondering what she’s been up to since he last saw her, Lydia wasn’t so happy to see him. Her face went stoic, like stone, as she glared at him.
”Lydia,” he started, but she began to walk away, he tried to get her attention with saying that he’s sorry. He thought the words fell in deaf ears but she turned and snapped. Yelling those words that hit him like a ton of bricks, the guilt hitting him just as hard as it felt the day he left. He fucked up. “I know. I know I left but I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He caught up with her, even in heels she could walk so damn fast. “Lydia, will you hear me out? I regret it. I regret leaving. I regret leaving my mother and Stiles. I regret leaving you.”
But are words really enough?