"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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༻❁༺Beacon Hills༻❁༺
Allison sat in tense silence alongside Scott, Isaac, and Stiles in the police station's waiting area.
Ava and Derek were still giving their statements behind closed doors, sticking to the lie they'd hastily agreed upon. The truth wasn't something they could explain — not to the sheriff's department, not to anyone outside their world.
Everyone was on edge, their hearts heavier than they'd been in a long time. Angie and Lydia were still missing, and no one knew what was happening to them.
Allison had convinced the others to stay behind and handle this for Tyler, insisting it was what Angie would've wanted. She didn't say it out loud, but she could feel it in her bones — they owed him this much.
Ava was doing it because she knew, deep down, Angie would have asked her to. She didn't have to approve of Tyler, she never had. He wasn't good for her daughter. He'd made more mistakes than Ava could count.
But what mattered was that Angie had loved him in a way only the young and reckless could, and when it counted — when Ava needed it most — Tyler had risked everything for her.
Ava could barely concentrate as they questioned her. The officers might as well have been speaking a different language for all she could hear them.
In the waiting area, Scott sat quietly, his eyes trained on the floor until movement caught his attention. He glanced over and saw Allison's shoulders trembling, tears falling steadily down her face.
Scott hadn't thought it would affect her this deeply. He'd assumed their friendship was casual, something built from circumstance and proximity.
But now, seeing her like this, it was obvious there had been more to it. Not romantic, but something raw and real and heavy with history. And it didn't bother him. It made him ache for her.
Without a word, he reached out and placed his hand over hers. Allison stilled, blinking as she looked up at him with glassy, red-rimmed eyes.
"I—" she started, but didn't get the chance to finish.
The sound of doors opening yanked everyone's attention toward Ava and Derek as they emerged from their respective rooms. Ava looked pale, her jaw set in a tight line as she headed straight for the door without acknowledging anyone.
"Where are you going?!" Isaac jumped to his feet the moment he saw her moving for the exit.
"Ava, stop." Derek was quicker, catching up and taking hold of her wrist before she could bolt. "At least tell us what you're doing before you leave."
