Emily's POV
I was woken up by the beams of sunlight streaming through my window. I'm usually a morning person, but I was still upset about last night. Just the thought of Spencer right now is pissing me off. I got out of bed and walked to get my phone I threw on the other side of my bedroom last night to check the time, only to find that it wasn't there.
I furrowed my brow in confusion when I spotted my phone on my desk.
Okay, I know I didn't leave it there. I thought to myself.
Whatever, I'm going to be late for work. I pulled up to the Brew and my day seemed to go slower and slower. I have the night shift, which is so incredibly pointless. Who shows up to get coffee at 11:00 at night?
The last person to come in was at 7:30 and it was a decaf vanilla latte.
"Vanilla, so sweet, yet so many bitter memories. Right Em?
xoxo
A"I slammed my phone back into my pocket. My heart hurts. Alison is running from the psychopath that's still trying to kill her, and I can't do a single thing about it. If only she knew how much she still means to me. I didn't care that she took stuff out on me the worst, I remember seeing the pain in her eyes after she told me I was "just practice".
Nobody has ever re-created the feeling I had when I was with Alison. Time stopped when we kissed. My heart skipped a beat any time she wanted to spend time with me alone. She always smelled like vanilla, a smell that's still intoxicating, and it makes me think of her even more than I already do.
If she asked me if I would be with her, I wouldn't hesitate to say yes, except for the fact I'm with Paige. I don't even think I like Paige anymore. It's not worth my time, I'm gonna have to call it quits when she comes back from Maine.I put my face in my hands as my phone beeped again.
It was a blocked number.
"Be here in ten minutes. It's important. Please come alone this time. I need to talk to you."
I furrowed my brow anxiously typing back:"...Ali?"
"This isn't safe to do over text, my house, hurry. I'm alone."
My heart leaped. I quickly closed down the Brew jumped into my car and sped my way to Alison's house.
Upon arrival I opened the front door with the spare key I still had.
I ran up the stairs, opened Ali's bedroom door.
"Ali?" I asked as I turned on the light.
A figure in a charcoal colored jacket turned around.
"Hey Em"
"Alison..." I smiled.
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Endgame
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