USUALLY Brooklyn found herself as very compassionate and always ready to save everyone type of person. But as she sat on the couch that's probably cost 10 000 $ in Hastings house,she kept her gaze on the window door.Her reflection was different, it was her but yet she saw different person.She would probably laughed at Hanna's stupid jokes that she found funny, she would eat the good old cinnamon cookies that Emily's mom baked every fall.She would go to the old vintage thrift shop with Aria for new pairs of boots and now she just sat at couch in silence.Old Brooklyn wouldn't lie to her friends, she wouldn't push Logan away every time something happened.
New Brooklyn was sad, scared and mostly alone. Old Brooklyn would hate the new one, so was she really that desperate?
Even tho Wilden was alive,why did she feel guilty about it?Did she really need help or was it all in her head ? It seemed like everyone except for her had problem with this new version of her.Yet she didn't knew What was coming.
The scent of leather-bound classics and a hint of her favorite vanilla candles filled the air. Yet the ambiance couldn't mask the tension that hung in the room like a thick, unspoken fog.Emily was curled up in the armchair, her eyes downcast, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. The silence between them was palpable, a silent dance of unresolved feelings and unspoken words that had been festering since their heated argument days ago. Aria leaned against the mantle, her eyes darting between her friends, a furrow in her brow as she searched for a way to bridge the gap.
"She is coming downstairs, right?" Hanna's voice pierced the quiet, her question directed at Aria.
The scent of leather-bound classics and a hint of her favorite vanilla candles filled the air. Yet the ambiance couldn't mask the tension that hung in the room like a thick, unspoken fog.Emily was curled up in the armchair, her eyes downcast, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. The silence between them was palpable, a silent dance of unresolved feelings and unspoken words that had been festering since their heated argument days ago. Aria leaned against the mantle, her eyes darting between her friends, a furrow in her brow as she searched for a way to bridge the gap.
"She is coming downstairs, right?" Hanna's voice pierced the quiet, her question directed at Aria.
Emily looked up, her eyes meeting Hanna's in a brief moment of understanding. "Maybe she just nervous about seeing us as we are about seeing her" She glanced at the clock on the mantle, its ticking the only sound that dared to break the silence.
Aria's voice was measured and calm. "But guys, she's the same Spencer we knew last week. She's just had a rough few days, that's all." She took a deep breath, her eyes searching the room as if seeking approval for her words. "
