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She’s walking down the stairs with the crazy-eyed coach when she scents her. The one who smells like tears and expensive soap and most of all like girl. She’s intoxicating. Malia wants to trot over to her and lick her wounds, make a den for her to rest and heal until she doesn’t smell so sad anymore. Until that haunted look has left her eyes. But humans don’t do that, so instead Malia smiles as she walks by. The girl smiles back, but it’s distant and sad, like an echo.
Lydia is despondent after Allison's death. Malia brings her out of the void.