[ Ever since Allison heard that Lydia was here she’s wanted to see her, but since Isaac broke the news to her of her own death she’s been wondering if that’s in Lydia’s best interests. Would a meeting with her dead best friend be too painful? Would it be exactly what she needed or would it just be unnecessarily opening old wounds? Allison doesn’t know the answer. She wants to see Lydia, but she’s hesitant wondering if it’ll be a happy meeting.
When she opens the door, there’s a faint smile on her face. The expression is tentative, like she doesn’t know whether or not to smile. Of course she’s pleased to see Lydia. In fact, she wants to throw her arms around her and hug her, but she holds back, waiting and watching her for confirmation that doing such a thing is okay. ]
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Date: 2017-01-16 03:51 am (UTC)When she opens the door, there’s a faint smile on her face. The expression is tentative, like she doesn’t know whether or not to smile. Of course she’s pleased to see Lydia. In fact, she wants to throw her arms around her and hug her, but she holds back, waiting and watching her for confirmation that doing such a thing is okay. ]
Hey, Lydia.