#dieycung

“ NO, allison, that’s not a good enough answer. when we get out of here, we need to figure out a way that YOU can come too. i'm not --- i'm n o t losing my best friend again. ”

( isaac ): i want you to know that if you wanna be with scott now, that’s completely cool with me, you know ?? don’t worry about me feeling weird because of our thing or whatever( isaac ): i just want you to be happy as fuck honestly. you deserve it more than anyone

          I ALREADY DID are words that are on his face, on his tongue, in his heart. but.. ❛  i’m not trying --  ❜ he shakes his head.  ❛  i don’t want to kill you, allison.  ❜

rushing to the cold room, scott pushed the door open as quickly as he could ( he practically knocked it down with his force. ) not taking any precaution to watch out, or even see if the coast was clear-- allison was screaming, he wasn’t sure why but that didn’t really need to be registered in his mind. she needed help and that’s the only thing that mattered. ‘ allison ’ he called out, gasping for air as he stumbled to her bedside, realizing her state of horror. she was having a nightmare ( nightmares? really the male wasn’t all too informed with her sleep life. ) ‘ hey, hey... it’s okay, i’m here. ’ he breathed a sigh of relief, she was physically okay and that was a small detail he noted. scott wasn’t sure what she was going through but he could only assume being brought to life had a toll on her, perhaps left a scar on her soul or heart. whatever it was he wasn’t going to leave her alone. he placed his arms over her a shoulder, seating himself on the edge of the bed as he pulled her close, the feeling seeming too much of a norm for him that he hadn’t even hesitated about the thought. with his chin resting on her head slightly, he held her as close as he could. ‘ it was just a dream. ’ he reassured her in a soft voice. 

‘ what are you doing? ’ he knew what she was doing, he simply thought saying it out loud would make it less true or somehow wouldn’t hurt as much ( nope didn’t work. ) he hoped this was merely his mind working hard again, making the craziest of assumptions and possibly ticking him into thinking the worst. there was NO way she was leaving, allison wouldn’t do that; she wouldn’t leave lydia, or the pack in general ( or himself. ) she was gone one minute and back the other, scott’s emotions were running wild at this point and he couldn’t take another person being ripped from his life. as he began taking the things out of her bag, he shook his head slowly and let his words come out in a soft ( defeated ) tone. ‘ you’re not leaving. ’ there wasn’t much certainty in his words but he tried real hard to showcase. his actions were selfish he knew that but this was simply something he couldn’t be selfless with. not with allison.