She tries to not react - to not overreact, but it feels like her heart is suddenly stuck in her throat. Like somehow she doesn't know how to make her brain work again, because she's stuck on the fact that her sober and dry brother suddenly wants a drink again. His sobriety has been a part of her family's life for so long now, that she doesn't know what to do about this now.
At the same time, Allison knows he has his reasons, that he wouldn't be throwing this away after this long over nothing. She can see the signs of it all over his face.
Just when she opens her mouth to speak, though, she remembers what she had told him in her kitchen so many years ago. That she would never force him, that she couldn't want this more than he did. That it was all his decision, not hers. It physically hurts to swallow down the words that are in the tip of her tongue, and she feels like her lungs are suddenly too small in her chest, but she had promised him, hadn't she?
"It's your choice," she finally manages quietly, standing up and following him out the door as she tries to ignore the screaming voices in her head telling her how this is wrong. This is just all wrong.
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At the same time, Allison knows he has his reasons, that he wouldn't be throwing this away after this long over nothing. She can see the signs of it all over his face.
Just when she opens her mouth to speak, though, she remembers what she had told him in her kitchen so many years ago. That she would never force him, that she couldn't want this more than he did. That it was all his decision, not hers. It physically hurts to swallow down the words that are in the tip of her tongue, and she feels like her lungs are suddenly too small in her chest, but she had promised him, hadn't she?
"It's your choice," she finally manages quietly, standing up and following him out the door as she tries to ignore the screaming voices in her head telling her how this is wrong. This is just all wrong.