The pain in his cheekbone and lower lip throbbed, but what Stiles felt was a sense of weakness. Being beaten by Gerard made him feel powerless, vulnerable. He wasn't used to feeling like this, but what confused him more was the thought of you. When the door opened and you walked in, he tried not to show it, but his heart began to race. He called you, unable to bear the silence between the two of you, even though seeing you would make him confused.

He felt weak, not just because of his injuries, but because even after all these years, he still hadn't figured out how to act around you. He knew he loved you, he'd known it for a long time. He had been in love with you since kindergarten, and those kisses you shared only confirmed it. But every time you were near, it was as if the world collapsed around him.

He knew he was in love with you, and that made him even more insecure. What if he wasn't enough? What if, for you, those kisses were just a mistake, just a moment of weakness. He couldn't stand the thought of losing you. His voice was a whisper, as if he didn't know whether to speak or not.

"You came.."