[ seeing the shock filter through Allison’s expression pained Scott to the very core. What exactly would he say when the moment came for him to reveal the truth, to tell her everything that had happened within the span of her almost dying and him saving her with the most crucial decision of his life? What would her initial reactions be, to either scream at him, to curse his name off to the side of infinity? Would he truly regret everything he had offered up to the Argent, everything he had chose for his own selfishness and stupidity just to keep her solid in his life, in his loving arms while avoiding death and the horrendous perishing of everyone’s favorite huntress? Could he cope with being hated or would it merely come crashing down upon him? ]
[ the alpha didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to simply do, in those few seconds that Allison awoke from her dreamy sleep, off thinking about anything but the mess she had previously endured. The whole situation was infused in his mind like a red thread that couldn’t be loosened—it was something that could never be reversed no matter what, and Scott had to pay the price of what was to come. He’d have to explain things slowly, ever so gradually, just so the Argent wouldn’t flip her mind and turn away from him for making her a monster like he was. Was he a monster for doing this to her? ]
“Allison, you have to listen to me. Okay, you have to—”
[ a sudden pause was taken to gulp in extra air required for his next sentence, soft caramel irises trying to hone in on more of a softer and calmer essence. He didn’t know if he could do this, but he had to—for the sake of the one he presumably loved and cared about. Because it was fate; they were fate. He made the move to grab her extended and panicky arm. ]
“You didn’t die. You…Tell me what you hear. Can you hear better? See more clearly?”
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