"Babe? It's me." A young woman dropped to the ground in front of her fiancee's grave, carefully setting the bouquet of flowers she had brought on the headstone.
It had been two years since the love of her life had been taken from her. Two years since they had taken down A, but at the ultimate sacrifice. When A had rounded on her, gun in hand, her wife-to-be had jumped in front of her, saving one life but sacrificing her own.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come last week. I had to go to Hanna and Caleb's wedding, but I was thinking about you the entire time. I wish you could've been there." She had tried to support the newlyweds as best as she could, but a burning sense of jealousy had been in her the entire time, jealous that Hanna was getting to marry the love of her life when she never would. Instead, the woman she had been in love with was lying six feet under, forever young.
"Hanna's dress was beautiful. You would have loved it. And guess where they chose to honeymoon?" She let out a little laugh, even though she really found nothing funny about it. "Paris."
She fell silent, allowing the grief to consume her soul as it always did when she came here. Spencer told her that she had to move on. That she wouldn't want her to waste away here on Earth, not when she had given up her life to protect her, but she couldn't. It would be a dishonor to her memory to forget her.
"I see you all the time now, you know that? In my dreams, even in real life. I was at the mall the other day and I… I thought I saw you. Let's just say that I'm never gonna be able to show my face at that mall again." She hoped that somewhere, wherever her lover was, she was smiling at her antics, shaking her head at how crazy she could be sometimes.
"Spencer and Toby had their first last month. They named her after you. I think it's fitting- she has your eyes."
"Do you remember the day I proposed to you?" A genuine smile lit her face at the memory. She had been terrified of rejection, terrified that she somehow still wasn't good enough and that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with her, but once she asked the question she knew. She knew that she did want to marry her, that they would be each other's forever. "That was the best day of my life."
"The only day that really comes close is the day we went to The Kissing Rock. I was worried back then about not being good enough for you, too. I guess that's always been a pattern with us, huh?" She paused, waiting for an answer that would never come. "I was scared. Scared of what my feelings for you meant, scared of what would happen if people found out. But then you kissed me and everything was alright."
"Alison?" The woman heard a voice from behind her and she turned around, spotting Spencer standing there. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah." Alison turned back to the grave. "Goodbye, Emily," she whispered, standing up.
"Ali, I really think you ought to start seeing somebody. I know some amazing therapists in the area…"
"I'm fine, Spencer," the blonde snapped. "I'm gonna be fine."
And with a sorrowful heart Alison DiLaurentis followed Spencer Hastings to her car, leaving the remains of her dead lover behind her.