Issues

Plan

Emily's POV

It's been two months since Alison officially moved in. This time together has felt right. We're back to the way we were before everything was turned upside down.

The police officially closed the investigation into Kate's stalking and attack at the beach house. They gathered every piece of evidence possible and detailed an in depth time line for Alison and me in order to fully understand the situation we went through.

Now that this aspect of my life has come to a close, I feel like I can leave it behind me and focus on what's good in my life and all that is yet to come. The media has been hounding me to do an interview about the entire ordeal.

Alison thinks I should grant one media outlet a single sit down interview and ask that they donate what they would have paid me to a charity of my choice. I tend to agree with her yet still feel like I'm not ready to talk about it in camera. Call me selfish and self absorbed, but I'd also like to be able to walk when I give the interview. I don't want to be stuck in this damn chair. I don't want to look pitiful. I don't want anyone's damn pity.

Alison's refusal to coddle me or feel sorry for me in a smothering sense has helped me maintain a certain level of independence and confidence in myself. She's only helped me when it's physically impossible for me to do something and has been a supportive ear when I need to talk about what I'm thinking and feeling. She kept her promise and I can't thank her enough for that.

Day by day, I'm getting stronger emotionally and physically. I attend physical therapy now 4 times a week. I want to keep working hard and get my legs back. Usually Spencer, Aria, and Hanna take me when Alison can't due to work.

Today, Alison is taking me to my appointment and we're meeting the girls afterwards for lunch. Hurriedly rolling through the door, excited to get to work, I greet everyone in the office.

"Hey Devon, you ready to get to work" I ask excitedly.

Rolling his eyes at me, he chuckles and says, "I'm supposed to be asking you that".

"Ohhhhh look who came today " he adds as he runs over to hug Alison.

"Hi friend! She isn't giving you too much trouble already is she" Alison asks after their embrace.

"Girl she's always a piece of work" Devon jokes while playfully slapping my arm.

Bending down for a kiss, Alison quickly pecks my lips, pulls away slightly, and says, "Behave yourself. Work hard. I'll be in the waiting room if you need me. I love you".

Once she leaves the room, Devon suddenly turns to me and says, "Emily... When are you gonna wife her up? When are you gonna put a damn ring on that finger? Hm? Cause I'd really like to know what the fuck is taking you so long".

Taken back by his blunt words, I paused and thought for a moment. Looking up at him, I reply while feeling a lump develop in my throat, "When I can actually get on one knee. I... I want to do it right. She deserves it. She deserves a perfect proposal".

"But she'd love it no matter when, where, or how you did it. She loves you exactly the way you are Emily. At least start looking for rings" Devon replies while patting my shoulder.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm putting too much thought into it. I know Alison loves me for me and has continued to love me through this. The next appointment that Alison can't take me, I'll go ring shopping with the girls.

Sweating and panting after an especially challenging therapy session, I slowly wheel myself towards the lobby to meet Spencer, Hanna, and Aria. Today's the day I'm going to take them ring shopping with me. I hope they will be excited and supportive of my decision.