Helllllo! This is just a short double-drabble from a prompt I received from a friend on Tumblr.

I was given a couple (Sparia) and the prompts were questioning/sorrow, sooo this is what I came up with. I wrote it a few days go and decided to post it here. I hope you guys like it.

Note: This is a completed prompt and will not be continued.

I don't think you'll ever realize how much I miss you. I miss the way your hair smells and I miss the way my lips melted against your skin.

The flame against Aria's skin is harsh and angry. Pale skin slowly turns a deep red. It relaxes her and she feels at ease. It's funny, how a few months can drastically change your life. It never felt right with Ezra.

It felt right with Spencer. And that scared her.

You used to kiss me on cold, rainy nights under the warm glow of our fireplace.

The fireplace serves as a method of release for Aria now. If she wanted to, she could throw herself into it. She's small enough.

"You're my little vixen, Aria."

Spencer, why did you have to leave me? I told you not to drive home. There was too much snow on the road.

Aria remembers watching Spencer change for field hockey or into pajamas during their sleepovers and wondered what her skin would feel like under the pads of her fingertips.

She didn't want to think that she was gay. And the fire now, it's swallowing up her entire hand, but she doesn't care. It feels nice.

You always tasted like mint and coffee in the mornings, Spencer. It made me shiver, but I always told you I was cold.

It wasn't until the third week of May that Aria realized just how in love with Spencer she was, when she wanted to take a brick to Toby's face for hurting her.

Her left hand, her right foot. The very tips of her hair. Maybe her scalp will catch fire and she'll die a painful death. It has to better than this.

I remember you told me you'd never leave me. You lied to me.

She came to terms with it one night after crying to Emily, who was there with open arms. She never would have guessed Spencer loved her back.

But she had.

Aria wonders, briefly, if she should do it. If she should fall into the enormous fireplace. It'd be easy.

And I'd be with you again, Spencer.

But she can't. They had promised each other that if anything ever happened to either of them, they would move on.

But it's just so hard without you, Spencer.

It's been almost a year and Aria still hasn't moved on.

It seems I lied to you as well. We were really a pair, weren't we?

The fireplace is cackling, shadows bouncing off Aria's eyes.

Spencer has burned Aria up more than fire ever will. She always had.

You were funny that way.

Thoughts? I love hearing from you guys.

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