continued from 🤍 ╱ @sidecrime .
DEATH WAS INEVITABLE , FINAL. though , the flesh coiled around muscle & bone proved otherwise. the blood that pumped through veins & BEATING heart were a true sentiment that allison argent was very much ALIVE. how ? how in the hell was this even possible ? to be brought back from the dead , nonetheless. the woman had so many unanswered questions — but the shockwaves of it all hadn’t subsided just yet.
the first person that came to mind was him. elias & her shared a history so deep , that not even death could tear them apart ( allegedly. ) allison was so wrapped up in the idea of seeking comfort from the last person who had shown her kindness , warmth , LOVE — that she didn’t even plan what to say , what explanation to give. truthfully , she was confused by the whole ordeal herself & didn’t have any adequate answers.
so there she stood , a ghost from the past — quiet & utterly frozen as honey colored hues stare into those familiar eyes. god, how she had missed him. the male appeared a bit different from what she’d remembered , more worn. lines upon forehead had deepened , bags underneath eyes held a weariness that wasn’t quite there before. i thought you were dead , i never thought i’d see you again. his words cause a pang of GUILT & sadness to wash over her. “i know..” was all she could muster while allowing him to gain his bearings & come to terms with the startling revelation of it all. the brunette attempts to find the words to ease his mind , but ends up falling short. so instead , she pulls him in for a tight — heartfelt embrace. “i’m here , elias.” she utters in a tone barely above a whisper while hand comes up to cradle the back of his neck. “i have no fucking idea how , but i’m here.”
