"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought. I summon up remembrance of things past. I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought. And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow for precious friends hid in death's dateless night and weep afresh love's long since canceled woe and moan the expense of many a vanished sight."
Her voice chimes through the silent class until the bell dismisses the students.
"Uh," Alison sighs, "I got a bit lost."
By then the class is already at the door and her next words are almost drowned by by the chatter of teenagers.
"Tomorrow, you get to read to me." She places the book down.
Loud foot steps erupt from the middle of an isle of desks. Dr. Rollin.
They speak until Alison writes a note on some paper and hands it to Dr. Rollin.
•••
CeCe sits motionless on the bed.
"Charles!" Her eyes light up.
She runs up and, then kisses Charles.
She laughs nervously.
"Oh, sorry." She turns away.
"Don't worry, it's okay."
•••
"Guess who?" Hanna puts her hands over Emily's eyes.
"Oh my gosh." She turns around and try both hug each other and squeal, excitedly.
"Ew, get a room!" Spencer jokes as she walks through the door of The Brew with Aria.
They all greet each other and sit down to talk about the five years.
Hanna shows them the glistening ring on her finger. "Let me see this." Aria lifts Hanna's hand to see the engagement ring. "It looked bigger when you posted it." They laugh.
•••
"Wait," Charlotte asks, "Why are you doing this?"
•••
"Charlotte is getting the help she never had when she was little." Alison states. "Five years of treatment. She even stayed at my house for Christmas."
"They let her out?" Hanna asks, squinting in disbelief.
"It was a supervised visit -"
"So Charlotte is all better now. What has this got to do with us." Spencer cuts in.
"At the hearing tomorrow, the judge will decide if she should get released. And they want to here from different people who were involved."
"Victim statements." Spencer says matter-of-factly.
"Statements of support," Alison corrects, "That she isn't a threat to anyone."
There's silence.
"You know her." Alison reassures.
YOU ARE READING
mysterious wAys → pll
Fanfic"The higher man climbs, the further he has to fall." Cover by @georginayay
