"Hey this is alison, I'm away right now so leave a message after the beep"
"ali I'm so lost. I need you. Remember when you said you'd be there for me-uh- us? You said you'd always be here for me and the girls but it's eleven in the evening, i'm drunk and you're gone. Possibly forever. It's just, I know you're alive, I know you're out there somewhere. Please call me back, spencer says I've lost it but I think that-"
emily hears a beeping noise signaling that she had gone past the average voicemail limit as usual but that was ok. Just as long as she could hear Ali's voice.
"emily? who are you talking to?" aria walks in emily's room, a cherry soda in one hand and her brush in another. She had forgotten that the girls were still downstairs, talking about A and spencer's newfound clue but emily just wasn't in the mood to play nancy drew right now.
"em? hello earth to emily fields who are you-"
aria notices the shot glass at the end of emily's table and walks towards it cautiously with her eyebrows arched.
"em, have you been drinking?"
emily didn't even try to deny it, she nods her head and sits on her bed with her arms on her lap.
"i never thought of you as a drinker to be honest. let's get you fixed up for bed and you can join in on spencer's state of the nation address." aria chuckles as she wraps emily in her blanket.
aria gives her one last smile. A smile full of pity because aria knew why emily had been drinking that night, and every night for the last five months.
aria closes the door and all emily could think about was how her blanket still smelled like alison's cologne.