Disconnected [allydia]

19 days gone

Isaac appeared in her doorway with a hardened jaw and cold eyes.

"I don't know why you asked me to come."

Lydia simply opened the door further to let him in. Isaac stood, fixed to the stone tiles of Lydia's doorstep.

"And I didn't ask for your pity."

"Isaac, I didn't want-"

This smallest provocation sparked the yellow glow in his eyes, the tremor in his fingertips. "Fuck you."

The sudden hostility sent confusion ricocheting through Lydia, questions of self-consciousness and unjustified guilt. "What did I do?"

"You have no idea what she meant to some people. What she meant to me. Do you think it's your job? To run around, asking if everyone is okay - when you know very well that we're not?"

"I mean, that's not what I was trying-"

"You have no idea." He laughed, a hard, one-syllable choke. "You really don't. She was so beautiful, and kind, and smart-"

"Isaac, I know. I knew her too."

His eyes, hard, bore into hers with the sense of beady threats. "You have no idea. You're nothing like her. You're just a dumb bitch."

Lydia shut the door.