Lydia nods soberly at Allison's question. "He was right," she confirms. And things had only continued to get steadily worse, in Lydia's opinion, after Allison and Aiden's deaths, but that might have been more in her head and heart than based in reality.
She watches her friend carefully and it doesn't take her very long to see what the problem is. They're both facing the same fork in the road and neither of them wants to choose the direction they both have to take. But then Allison does and she's dragging Lydia with her. The redhead's brow creases and she frowns at the question. She has a feeling Allison already knows the answer and Lydia's confirmation isn't going to make her feel any better.
For a long moment, Lydia's quiet, her lips pressed together and her eyes toward the floor. This conversation was hard enough the first time. She supposes it will never get easier to have.
It all happened so fast, she hears the words in Isaac's voice, as she's sitting with Scott outside the sheriff's office; rehearsed but still true. Even Lydia knows that, without having seen it. She felt it instead. It just happened so fast…
When Lydia finally looks up again, it's with eyes glassy with tears she's not allowing to fall and she gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head. She can't come out and say it; the word 'no' settles at the back of her throat choking her like a lump of a sob. But the two of them both already know what the answer is. The shake of her head and the look on her face should be more than enough to confirm it.
no subject
She watches her friend carefully and it doesn't take her very long to see what the problem is. They're both facing the same fork in the road and neither of them wants to choose the direction they both have to take. But then Allison does and she's dragging Lydia with her. The redhead's brow creases and she frowns at the question. She has a feeling Allison already knows the answer and Lydia's confirmation isn't going to make her feel any better.
For a long moment, Lydia's quiet, her lips pressed together and her eyes toward the floor. This conversation was hard enough the first time. She supposes it will never get easier to have.
It all happened so fast, she hears the words in Isaac's voice, as she's sitting with Scott outside the sheriff's office; rehearsed but still true. Even Lydia knows that, without having seen it. She felt it instead. It just happened so fast…
When Lydia finally looks up again, it's with eyes glassy with tears she's not allowing to fall and she gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head. She can't come out and say it; the word 'no' settles at the back of her throat choking her like a lump of a sob. But the two of them both already know what the answer is. The shake of her head and the look on her face should be more than enough to confirm it.