[At first, all Lydia can do is hold on to Allison. Her arms wrapped tightly around her best friend as she checks for signs that she is real. That she's alive. And she gets them all: Allison is breathing, her skin feels warm and as far as Lydia can tell, her heart is beating.
And then, she realizes how wrong this sounds.
Allison isn't supposed to be the one to fix anything. She died trying to save her. Because of her own shortcomings as a banshee.]
Allison, what are you saying? [Lydia asks as she pulls away, but drops her hands from around Allison to grasp her hands. Because what if she disappears when Lydia lets go?]
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And then, she realizes how wrong this sounds.
Allison isn't supposed to be the one to fix anything. She died trying to save her. Because of her own shortcomings as a banshee.]
Allison, what are you saying? [Lydia asks as she pulls away, but drops her hands from around Allison to grasp her hands. Because what if she disappears when Lydia lets go?]
What do you think you have to fix?