[He's never felt grief and giddiness fighting to constrict and expand his chest. He's not sure if this is right, not sure he could give her a straight or fair answer if she asked. He's glad she's not asking.
He's always going to love Allison. She was the first person he ever really loved, and for so long it felt like he'd never love anyone else. But that's not true, and it hasn't been in a long time.
Allison was his anchor. Now, he mostly knows how to be his own anchor. It's not that he doesn't miss her, because he does: but he'd regret it for the rest of his life, if he didn't let Daneca know how important she's become to him.
Scott drops his arms to her waist again, lifting her up instead of making her stand on her toes. She is enough, just the way she is.]
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He's always going to love Allison. She was the first person he ever really loved, and for so long it felt like he'd never love anyone else. But that's not true, and it hasn't been in a long time.
Allison was his anchor. Now, he mostly knows how to be his own anchor. It's not that he doesn't miss her, because he does: but he'd regret it for the rest of his life, if he didn't let Daneca know how important she's become to him.
Scott drops his arms to her waist again, lifting her up instead of making her stand on her toes. She is enough, just the way she is.]