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Think Of You

Think Of You (Christina Grimmie)

Again, Alison brought out a stick of cigarette, it's her 5th stick on that night. She was thinking about what it would have turned out if she wasnt a coward. She was thinking about what could have happened if she accepted who she was, who she is.

"Bullshit" she whispered and let a small sad laugh came out. As she closed her eyes, and looked down. Maybe I deserved this. She thought. And soon, shook her head to wipe away the thought.

She's now living in the Philippines. It's 2 in the morning. It was exactly 4 years ago when she left from her home to escape something, someone that could have been the love of her life.

She smiled at that thought, remembering everything, every moment that they spent together...

She's standing in her room, looking outside her window. Looking at the sky, where stars and the moon shines so bright. She was so fascinated at how they could light up the world at this very moment. She remembered how they talked about being the stars, who could light each other's life when they were in the dark...

After a while, she suddenly felt something running down her cheeks when she remembered that moment. That one particular moment when she said goodbye to that one person, to the girl that did everything for her, sacrificed everything for her. The girl that forgave her after everything she put her through. Emily. She cried a little harder without making a noise. Trying to keep it all inside so others wouldnt hear her sob even if there's no one could hear her, because they were probably sleeping at this very moment. But she still wiped her tears away and tried to smoke so she could stop the tears from falling... But she failed. She just couldnt keep it inside anymore. She closed her eyes and began to cry loudly. Like a child who lost her candy and cried with anger.

Her right hand formed into a fist. Then she looked at the wall with a death glare. Like it was her enemy. And by that, she started hitting the wall and shouting, "YOU'RE A COWARD ALISON." while punching the white painted wall. She was like lecturing herself, "YOU DESERVE EVERY PAIN." Punched it a lot harder. "YOU ARE A FUCKING COWARD." She hit it like three times again but before she could throw the fourth punch, someone grabbed her hand.

"Oh my god Alison! Stop stop. It's okay." Shushing, here came Charles, her friend. He hugged Alison and rubbed her back until she calmed down.

"It's okay." You could hear the worry in his voice.

"No it's not." Alison told his friend. "It's not okay. I'm... I'm a mess." She said between hiccups.

"No you're not. You're just-" Charles was cut off.

"I'm what?! She's fucking getting married, Charles!!!!" She shouted on his face. "I FUCKING LET HER GO. AND NOW SHES GETTING MARRIED." Charles opened his mouth and tried to speak but no words came out. So he just rubbed her back. Poor Ali. He thought.

He hugged Alison, and rubbed her back...

Silence...

Silence... Until Alison spoke without pulling away from the hug.

"Please kill me." Alison in cold voice. Charles eyes widened in shock. Are you kidding me?

"I'm serious, C." Alison got up and took out a screwdriver from her drawer. And gave it to Charles. "Here, please." She said in serious and ready tone. As she stood up straight and closed her eyes. She was waiting it to hit her body, but it didn't. Instead, she heard a crash outside her house. So she opened her eyes and saw that Charles was no longer holding the screwdriver because he tossed it outside.

He extended his arms and placed both hands on Alison's shoulder. He looked right through Alison's blue eyes and said, "I am not a murderer, DiLaurentis."