Author Notes: This is my first attempt at PLL fan fic, I have done a few Buffy ones long ago. Please be gentle as I am going through a rough time right now and had to switch my major in school. I love these characters very much and promise to return them in better condition then I found them. ;) Special thank you to TGHall for helping me with this first part and doing quite a bit of editing to help me get my feet wet. I hope you all like this, I have the story pretty well map out but suggestions welcome. Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome!
Introduction
Emily sits stiffly, besides her Spencer; the pillar of strength holds Aria's hand as the tiny brunette death grips her. Hanna sits unusually quiet and pensive the usually bubbly blonde hasn't said a word since they entered the church but no one knows what to say anyway. Emily just can't believe this happening; she can't wrap her mind around this loss. She's gone. She's really gone.
Emily read once that grief was like being numb to everything else, that when you lost someone important it was like all beauty in the world was tainted, less somehow. Emily wishes she felt numb. Wishes she didn't feel anything because this pain is crushing, it's like someone is ripping her insides out of her body, like her whole being is revolting against itself. Because she's gone and she's not coming back, Emily's first love; even though she'd never said it out loud that was what Ali was, her first love, her first heartbreak, and her first loss. She just recently she admitted it to herself the extent of her feelings and how cruel of the world that Emily would discover herself and finally accept her feelings in perfect sync with the discovery of Alison's body. It was like a sick joke. She had always held a little hope in the back of her mind that Alison would walk back into their lives, flash a smile and laugh about how worried everyone was, but in Emily's dreams she'd also smile and kiss Emily's cheek in some show of apology for scaring the brunette, it would have been sweet and tender and Emily would have blushed for days. But instead here they all sat staring in disbelief at Alison DiLaurentis' closed casket.
Alison's moms had talk to the girls before the funeral and ask if they had any suggestion for a song to play during her funeral. Alison always had a flare for the dramatics and it only seemed fitting that her last song be one no one would forget. The girls had all decided on the song "If I Die Young" by the Band Perry.
As the song starts to play Emily tries her best to keep it together, she doesn't want the girls to ask her any questions, at least not right now. Before she can stop herself her body is over taken with sobs and tears. Spencer puts her arm comfortingly around Emily and she can see the tears shining in Spencer's eyes as well. Aria still has a death grip on Spencer's other hand, and Hanna just sits there looking lost, as she thinks how to help Emily and the girls deal with this let alone how to deal with it herself.
From somewhere near the back of the church there is a strangled sounding sob and a few people turn to see where it came from but the girls are all so distraught that none of them seem to notice.