She didn't care that the world was falling apart. Fell apart. Ripped and burned. Killing everyone. Including Claire, her Claire. Would, again.
She didn't care that their father had proved to be the biggest asshole in existence. (She didn't care about the hundred bad plans to somehow make it all go right this time. That had to go right. For Vanya. For Claire. For all of them. For all of the world around them.)
She didn't care about breathing too fast, or about how crying, which compounded that even further, only made her throat feel like it had burst into being on fire and was lacing agony into all of the somehow hundred muscles she never knew she had that made up that part of her body.
Allison didn't care about any of that for one pure, true, second, when Ben was finally real. And solid. And maybe she'd consider one flicker of a second, being cool about it. Before it was this second. About poking him in the shoulder with one manicured nail, when he was finally real, finally here, finally with them again. Not dead. Not dead. Never actually dead. But the moment he was truly real again, she didn't care at all. All he did was stand there. Breathe. Move. And she just had to throw her arms around him.
The world was still going to end, but at least, just once, just this once, they finally got back a piece of theirs first.
Reunion Times
She didn't care that the world was falling apart. Fell apart.
Ripped and burned. Killing everyone.
Including Claire, her Claire.Would, again.She didn't care that their father had proved to be the biggest asshole in existence.
(She didn't care about the hundred bad plans to somehow make it all go right this time.
That had to go right. For Vanya. For Claire. For all of them. For all of the world around them.)
She didn't care about breathing too fast, or about how crying, which compounded that even further, only made her throat feel like it had burst into being on fire and was lacing agony into all of the somehow hundred muscles she never knew she had that made up that part of her body.
Allison didn't care about any of that for one pure, true, second, when Ben was finally real. And solid. And maybe she'd consider one flicker of a second, being cool about it. Before it was this second. About poking him in the shoulder with one manicured nail, when he was finally real, finally here, finally with them again. Not dead. Not dead. Never actually dead. But the moment he was truly real again, she didn't care at all. All he did was stand there. Breathe. Move. And she just had to throw her arms around him.
The world was still going to end, but at least, just once, just this once, they finally got back a piece of theirs first.