It was an ordinary day for Allison. She’d been out at the range where she spent most of her days since Scott had been taken back. Somehow, shooting at targets made the pain go away if only for a little while. Focusing on something as simple as archery had made things bearable, but not pleasant. Since he’d been taken back smiles rarely crossed Allison’s face.
At first she’d waited, hoping he’d be sent back to them, to her, but little by little as the weeks passed her by she lost her hope. She spoke very little to Lydia and Stiles, instead withdrawing and keeping mostly to herself.
Archery was done with for the day, so she made her way to her new home. She looked forward to collapsing in her new bed. She hadn’t spent much time or energy on decorating the new place, but she’d invested in nice bedding. Her mattress had a pillow-top and when she was worn out there was nothing quite like curling up under the covers and dozing off.
Allison walked down the hall, her bow and quiver slung over her shoulder, and entered the bedroom at first like any other day, but when she saw Scott seated on the bed she had to stop in her tracks.
Her jaw dropped slightly and her bow and the quiver of arrows tumbled to the carpet. Allison put her hand over her mouth. She was so stunned that she couldn’t even manage a smile. Instead, she tore over to him, stumbling into a seated position on the edge of the bed and hugging him as tightly as she could.
“Scott...?” She finally pulled away enough to look him in the eye. Tears ran silently down her cheeks. As if she couldn’t believe he was real, Allison reached up to touch his cheek. “Are you really here?”