driven: (º ↣ excuse me?)
⇏ αʟʟιson αrɢҽnт ([personal profile] driven) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2013-10-30 11:14 am (UTC)

[ something is wrong and when allison's eyes leave isaac's and come back to scott, it just keeps sinking in. something is really off and it has to do with scott. with the way he won't meet her eyes, the way he's standing in the room. it feels like that moment when you walk into the wrong classroom on the first day, and you know you're in the wrong room, but at the same time, aren't sure. keep second-guessing yourself.

this thing, that's going on between us? I can't- and allison's heart stops. not because of what he says, per say, but the fact he's saying anything at all. that's he's talking about...something she didn't even know was a problem. isaac smiles, thinks it's some kind of joke, but allison just frowns. what are you talking about? ]
What thing? [ even though she knows what he's talking about, she plays dumb. needs someone to say it out loud. ]

What do you mean, leaving?

[ isaac turns to look at her, and her eyes glance over to meet his. not for long, though, before she's back to scott, trying to figure this out. her arm's cross over her chest and tighten a little, like she's hugging herself, when really she's just trying to figure it out. understand. she can't smell anything, like isaac can, but this isn't scott. ] What happened?

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