"You’re…" His voice caught in his throat, and he fell quiet for a moment. "I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s like looking at a ghost I created. You look just like her. Which isn’t news to you, I know, but…I’m sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous or upset.”
Alissa took a deep breath, and exhaled though her nose. “I know, it’s more of a burden then anything.” She looked away from the boys gaze. Tangling her fingers. “But don’t worry about it.” She looked back at the male. “You’re not the first to tell me that. Scott was a lot worse. —Stiles is it?”
"How is this happening right now?" He paused, then blinked a few times, because she didn’t smell like Allison.
Alissa pursed her lips together. “I’m not Allison if that’s what you’re thinking. —My names Alissa. She was my sister.”