Himself was the only thing he could have         been. No matter the circumstances, he would        always be himself  — around her. For her.

   But she wasn’t there anymore. How   could he ever be himself again if the   reason why he had fought to stay the   way he was, was  g o n e ? If the only   person that allowed him to even be   himself had been taken away from his   world right before his eyes? He didn’t   know if he could ever be the young boy   he had once be with her ever again.

             She was there, but at the same time she             wasn’t. They could never do the things they             used to be together the same way, the only             thing remaining to relive those moments              they once had were through words and             memories.

 The memory of that night, their first night  together and ironically their last. It was the memory they were now reliving. And that  ability to remember this special night was the first thing that had been able to make him smile since a while, but brought tears  to his eyes as well.

     That night, he remembered it clearly.     He remembered the way her hair fell     down on her shoulders, he remembered     the way her lips felt against his, he also     remembered how coming to  h e r  was the     first thing that crossed his own mind before     he couldn’t control what was happening to     him. She had been the first person he wanted     to see, the first person to pop into his head     when he had recovered his capacity to move.     He had been himself the whole time, and she     allowed them to be themselves together.

              She was the first person who let him be              himself completely in every single ways              of the word. And he wouldn’t have want              anybody else to give him that honor. Glad              didn’t come close to the actual feeling he              had, and still was having towards her.

  “I’m more than glad. I’m grateful. I’m grateful   we were us. That you allowed me to be   myself. I remember us being us. I’ll always   remember it

i hear allison argents part of that army

what an unfortunate pun tbh

deathsarcher replied to your post “My old Allison muse popped up, and I just screamed no and shoved her...”

lol dead