divinesilver Nostalgia is a bitch. It hits you like a ton of bricks, right in your stomach and it hurts to breathe, all you can think of is the past and who mattered then. It's been a strange trip for Scott, to go through losing Allison, losing his first love and having her die in his arms. Then to have her come back, not exactly human but still she is back and his feelings have been confused ever since. There is always that huge part of him that will love her, no matter if she lived and he hadn't seen her in years, he will always love her. Your first love is called your first love for a reason, they're always there, tucked away in the corners of your being and sometimes nostalgia takes those tiny corners and brings them to life. Nostalgia is a bitch, a bitch who brought Scott to his roof, sitting on it and remembering all the time Scott used to sit on Allison's roof, holding her as they stared at the night time sky. Sometimes falling asleep, accidentally or staying up for as long as they could just to watch the sun come up between the other houses in her old neighborhood. Times were so simple then. When did it all go to hell? Scott had texted Allison, asking her to meet him at his house, which she was welcome to walk right in and up to his room, where she'll see him sitting on the roof staring up at the stars. It would be sunrise in a few hours, which is definitely the one thing he wanted to witness with her again, if he could. But one of the biggest reasons why Scott wanted Allison to join him is so he could ask questions. They didn't have much time to talk about the hows and whys, or even what it was fully like for her to be gone--hell he wanted to even apologize for not talking about her much before she came back. He needed to talk to her, Scott wanted to stop the questions from eating him alive. They kept him awake and pushed out the nostalgia that brought him on his roof. He needs answers. He needs closure from the past so he could hold on to the present and be excited for the future. Would she still be here when the future comes? Or will he have to lose her again? Questions haunt him and nostalgia is a bitch. He heard her come into his room, and he knew it was her since his mother was still at the hospital working until sunrise. Scott didn't turn around, he just called out, "I'm on the roof." And waited for her to join him.
