Hellloooo everyone! This is my first fanfic!
I actually wrote this story when I was 16. I just love Pretty little liars and decided to write a fanic for it! This is pretty short though.
What happened was I wrote it and I abandoned it for a long while. But a little while ago I got a fanfiction account and decided to upload this. So I changed a few things, corrected any words I spelled wrong, stuff like that.
Anyways, On with the story!
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Her eyes were filled with tears.
Ezra felt his heart break at the sight. She put up a strong front for everyone, tried to hide what she was really feeling, how sad, and how terrified she really was.
They didn't see it in her eyes. The fear, the sadness, the storm of emotions inside her. But he did. He knew her better than anyone did.
I felt cold. When I was on that slab, almost unconscious, I didn't think I was in a dollhouse, with me and my friends being treated like toys, where A could just treat us like his little toys, because this was all just a damn game to him. Where he could do whatever he wanted to us. When I was barely awake.
When I was lying on that slab, a cold chill running through my body, I thought I was in Iceland. I thought I was back in that little city, sitting on the balcony with my family, all wrapped in a blanket, staring up at the seemingly endless starry sky.
(She could still remember the smell of ice in the air.)
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