#allyedit

“For someone who’s clearly missing a brain, you sure are heavy—” Ally elbowed her hard in the side. “We are literally the exact same size—” As twins, they were both short and stocky with the same round, beige faces, flat noses, and dyed blonde hair, but no one ever mistook them for the other.

It’s Allison. It’s impossible not to like her.

Ally cursed under her breath but for once, Dearborn didn’t chide her on language. “And you wait until now, to tell me? Really? After just giving me a lecture on trying to get to the Citadel, when you knew the others would be touring all of Alvoskia in a matter of days, while I’m stuck here with you in this stupid house—” “Ally, I know you’re upset—” “Oh, I’m well past upset.” She wiped stubbornly at her face as she paced. “What the Hel was that, telling me in front of everyone, like I’m some kind of freak show again—”

I’m... I’m a walking trainwreck. You’re strong. You’re brave. You’re resilient. You never give up.

“It feels like a brick wall,” Ally had said, because she’d tried to go over, and under, and through it, and nothing had stuck. “Like you’re waiting at a station and your train is late.” She’d been to a train station just once, nervously clutching Dearborn’s hand with her non-bandaged one, waiting to come to the Citadel and meet her new family. Her fellow Infrans. “And you can see everyone else’s trains coming in and leaving, right on time. But yours never comes.” 

I always blamed being moved around, and the attack, for my dormancy. And now I have Nyasha. But what if that was never the problem? What if it’s just—me?

“In our defense, Jamie keeping me from doing something dumb is kind of a full time job, if you think about it,” Ally hedged, placing her feet fully on the floor.