This was inspired by an art piece Troian reblogged on tumblr called "Dancing with Death". I've also wanted to write some dark Sparia since I discovered shaynezo's writing earlier today, so there's that.
Spencer sat across from Aria, who was rocking back and forth on the darkly painted wooden rocking chair. She smiled at her weakly, trying to remember a better time. It was hard on everyone in Rosewood when a newly risen plague had affected the entire town - something only Spencer seemed to avoid entirely. She took Aria's hand, and kissed it gently.
"How are you doing today, Aria?" Spencer asked, her voice nothing but a murmur. Aria's expressionless face did nothing to react, just as Spencer had expected. She gazed into Aria's eyes, hoping to get a reaction out of her, but Aria didn't move a muscle.
"Do you want to sing a song?" Spencer asked her, hopeful. "You can pick whatever you want to sing. Okay?" Spencer's eyes filled with tears, as she waited for a response. Nothing. "Would you rather dance?" Aria's head tilted to the side, as Spencer walked over to the old record player that hadn't been touched in forever. She put on Aria's favorite Dionne Warwick record, and slowly paced over to where Aria sat. "Dance with me." Spencer took Aria's hand, and helped her out of her chair. She let Aria depend on her entirely, as she put all the work into swaying to and fro.
The two danced for a few various different songs, until Spencer's body got too tired to put forth more effort. Aria still hadn't moved a muscle. Spencer's eyes filled with tears again. She set Aria's rotting corpse back into the position she once sat, as the rocking chair swayed back and forth, creaking with each gentle movement.
"That's okay, Aria. We'll try again tomorrow."
Please R&R, it would mean a lot to know what you thought!