Who: Lydia Martin and Allison Argent What: Consoling one another When: Saturday afternoon Where: Allison’s place Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/On-going
Waking up to Thomas not in bed wasn’t a rare thing, and Lydia hadn’t thought anything of it for several hours, until she’d tried texting him about meeting up for lunch. The automatic response that her messages couldn’t be delivered broke her heart. People came and left from Madison Valley all the time, even Lydia had done it once. But it had never been Thomas. He’d been here since the day she’d arrived, they’d grown close, they’d bought a house.
And now he was gone.
She cried her eyes out for about an hour before telling herself it was stupid and childish and he was just a boyfriend. No boyfriend was worth that many tears and judging by the network her best friend needed her. So she tidied herself up a little bit and changed her clothes, made herself look gorgeous because gorgeous to her meant wanted. She finished it off with the delicate flower pendant Thomas had given her their first Christmas together, and left, walking through the streets purposefully, turned up on Allison’s doorstep.
Her eyes were still red, behind the eyeliner and behind the mascara, and the smile she forced up when Allison came to the door wasn’t genuine. “I saw,” she explained. “I thought you could use a hug.”