[Allison's counterpart is right about the contact, but for Allison, in the moment, it doesn't feel helpful. When Lydia talks to her, touches her, fear and horror threaten to smother her. She shakes her head and can't step back in time before Lydia is touching her...and the second she does, Allison's features buckle and she doubles over because she can't even cry. The sob is lodged in her throat, she feels like she's choking on it.
She reaches up to shove her away. She clings to Lydia instead, hands gripping her elbows with all of her strength.
Human strength, thin and powerful, but no more than a teenage girl her size can muster.
A strangled noise finally squeezes past the tears she's choking on, a wheezing breath instead of a sob, and she shakes her head, still bowed.
She can't look. She can't focus...she can't do this, but she can't let Lydia go because she feels like she's drowning, choking on a week's worth of mayhem and blood and so much death she can't even cry around it.
She can't face Lydia. She can't let go of her. She can't live with what she's done to her pack, and she can't live with what she's done to her best friend.]
[Monday Spam]
She reaches up to shove her away. She clings to Lydia instead, hands gripping her elbows with all of her strength.
Human strength, thin and powerful, but no more than a teenage girl her size can muster.
A strangled noise finally squeezes past the tears she's choking on, a wheezing breath instead of a sob, and she shakes her head, still bowed.
She can't look. She can't focus...she can't do this, but she can't let Lydia go because she feels like she's drowning, choking on a week's worth of mayhem and blood and so much death she can't even cry around it.
She can't face Lydia. She can't let go of her. She can't live with what she's done to her pack, and she can't live with what she's done to her best friend.]