Ali's POV :
"Who are you?" Emily said. Oh my god. She doesn't remember me. I started to cry. I tucked my head into my knees and cried harder. I felt a hand on my arm. "Hey are you okay?" She asked me. I wiped my eyes and forced myself to look at her. "No not really." I said. "Look. I'm not sure who you are. But there is one thing I know." She said to me. "What?" I asked. "You are a beautiful girl. Gorgeous actually. You don't need to cry. I'll help you through this. Now start off by telling me about yourself." She said. I cracked a smile. Still emily. So caring and sweet. "Okay well I'm Alison dilaurentis. We've been friends for a very long time. I went missing for about two years and it completely tore you apart. But when I was away I always made sure you were alright. You've been in love with me for as long as we could both remember and I always used to tease you about it. But when I was gone I had a lot of time yo think. And a lot of that thinking was about you. I always knew I had feelings for you and that scared the shit out of me. But when I was gone I realized what you truly meant to me you were everything. I needed you in my life. That's why I contacted you. You and the other girls came to New York yo save me. You were the first one I saw. I ran as fast as I could for you. I ran straight into your arms. And it was the best feeling I have ever felt. We stayed in a hotel for the night and we shared a hotel room. I couldn't sleep and neither could you. And one thing led to another and we kissed. It was the first kiss we shared since like freshman year. It was amazing. We got back home to Rosewood and I kind of shut you out for a while.
