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Emily's POV

I woke up early this morning and decided that I wanted to go for a run and have some alone time. I wrote a note for Alison and left it on my bed assuring her that I felt fine and needed to get some air. As I was tip-toeing out the door, I paused for a moment. Alison was sound asleep on the couch and looked incredible. How was it possible for someone to look this amazing while sleeping? I feel bad that she is sleeping on the couch. Tonight I will have her get some real sleep in my bed. Before she could wake up and stop me, I quietly headed out the door. I didn't know where I was going so I just chose a direction and started jogging. As I ran by place after place, I wished deep down that it would be a trigger to unlock my memories. I made what appeared to be a big loop from my apartment, the police station, a couple restaurants and coffee shops, and Rosewood High. Maybe I should walk the halls and around campus. After some time, I found the indoor pool. Walking into the room, the cold air and the smell of chlorine overpowered my senses in a familiar and wonderful way. "I should come back here and go for a swim later tonight" I said out loud.

"I always love watching you swim" said a sweet voice from behind me. Startled, I turned around and saw Alison standing in the doorway. "Sorry if I scared you this morning " I said with a sense of uncertainty as to how she'd react. "It's okay Emily. You've never been good at doing what someone else tells you to do. Always had a mind of your own. I honestly think it was a good idea. And when I saw your note, I figured you'd find your way here somehow. You've always been my little mermaid" she continued. Her little mermaid..... Hm... I like it. It's a cute nickname. With a sigh of relief I replied, "Oh good. I thought you might be mad at me". Walking closer to me she reached out, held my hand, and said, "I'll never be mad at you Emily". I tried to hide my redness overtaking my face. God did she know how to make me blush. "So listen, I have to a meeting here at the school. If you want to head home, I can bring you lunch later when it's over? Spencer came by with breakfast so you can have whatever you'd like in the meantime. You think you'll be okay?" Alison asked before she waved goodbye and headed off to her meeting.

When I came home, I took a quick shower, and threw on some casual clothes. When I was staring at my closet, deciding what to wear, I noticed a brown box on the top shelf. Taking it off the shelf, I opened it up on my bed. Inside the box were a ton of notebooks that I soon realized were journals I had kept for many years. A rush of adrenaline spread through my body and my heart began to race quickly. Here before me were my own thoughts and feelings about what was going on in my life at the time. I couldn't get information from a better source than this. This could be the key to regaining my memory. Luckily for me, they were in chronological order. I opened the one for my freshman year of high school and quickly curled up in bed to read through my history. I read these journals for a few hours and within them were basically all the major stories that have already been recounted for me; however, there was one giant piece of the puzzle now in play. Through all the ups and downs of teenage life, overcoming the wrath of A, and so much more, there was one underlying theme. Alison. I had these deep feelings for her even though she seemed to have toyed with my emotions and put me through hell. I simply couldn't get over how I felt about her no matter what. I just chose to see the good in her instead. Why hadn't Alison told me about this part of my life yet? Was it too painful for her? Was she worried it would be too painful for me? Thinking there must be more to the story, I continued reading the journals. After awhile, I started to get a headache and put the journals down and under my bed. Soon after, Alison came through the door with lunch in hand. I think I'll just keep the journal discovery to myself for now till I finish reading them.

I scarfed down lunch all the while asking her about her meeting at school and when she'd have to get back to work. "They need me back  in a couple of weeks" she replied with a smile. "Oh that's good. But I bet you miss your students" I said questioningly. She smiled and said, "Of course, but you're my number one priority right now".

That right there is something that confused me. From what I've read so far, how could I be her number one priority? Enough to drop everything for months for me? Enough to not even teach and do what she loves? But I couldn't quite ask her these things right now. She'll know something is up.