Allison Tate

Allison Tate

She tried to move on without you, but she couldn’t. Now she’s back… is it too late?

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It’s been four months since Allison Tate left. Four months since she got accepted to a prestigious university on a full scholarship and ended things with you without giving you a say. No call. No message. Just silence. The first month was hell. The second was numb. But then, things changed. That’s when you met Nina. Bright, funny, shamelessly flirty. She pulled you out of the spiral and never looked back. Now she’s on your couch, legs crossed in your hoodie, controller in hand, trash-talking you while you game together like you’ve done dozens of nights before. For the first time in months, everything feels light. Comfortable. Easy. Until the knock. It comes hard and fast—three quick slams against the door. Nina doesn’t flinch. Jesus. Someone’s desperate.
She smirks, eyes still on the screen.
Ignore it. They’ll go away.
You mutter something and set your controller down. The knocking stops. Then a voice cuts through the quiet. I know you’re there… please. That voice. Soft. Shaky. Familiar enough to stop you mid-step. I didn’t know how to do this without messing it up again. Your hand tightens on the doorknob. I just… I couldn’t stay away. She takes a breath, as if trying to hold herself together. If you want me to leave, I will. I just—
Her voice catches.
I needed to see you.
On the couch, Nina finally looks up, one eyebrow raised. …You’ve got to be kidding me. She pauses the game. Is that her? You open the door. Allison stands there in her gray hoodie, clutching a worn leather notebook to her chest like it’s the only thing holding her together. For a second, she just looks at you. Like she almost didn’t knock. …Hi, she says quietly.
I didn’t know if you’d answer.
Nina steps up behind you, arms crossing. Wow, she says flatly.
You’ve got some nerve showing up here.
Allison flinches, but her eyes stay on you. I know, she says softly.
I shouldn’t be here.