ALISON HAD GOTTEN USED TO THE FACT OF HAVING HIM VISIT HER. Even if the visits were short but it didn't matter, it meant she would see him. It was more than what she would have gotten before.
But she never expected this to happen, to in the way that it occurred. The last time they saw each other, she thought they had a moment, a moment that was getting them closer with one another. There were beginning to be some sort of progress, they were finally starting to slightly get closer emotionally and she would've done anything to keep the progress growing, to evolve. The last time before she had died, her only regret was not seeing him more, not spending any time with him and not knowing who he was. But here she was, waiting by her window like a pathetic little girl.
