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Hi guys! I'm extremely nervous to publish, but hope you enjoy this little story! Rated M for future chapters.

The title is of course a part of the lyrics - my song of inspiration was A Great Big World's "Say Something".

A HUGE thanks to Baby Darth Dalloway - for all the amazing words and for the encouragement.

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"I can't do that," Emily tried once again, but she knew already that she was fighting a losing battle.

"Of course you can!", Hanna exclaimed angrily. "You're the one she hurt the most. Get a grip, Em!"

"Am I?", Emily said quietly, more to herself than to the other girls, her voice weak and full of fatigue. They had been discussing it for two hours now, and it wasn't getting any easier.

"Look Em," Spencer placed her hand on Emily's arm reassuringly, "You're the only one she'll talk to if something blows. I know this is hard. But that's the right thing to do, no matter how wrong it seems now."

Aria simply nodded, giving Emily a small, compassionate smile.

"And besides," Spencer continued, her voice even softer, "if she does see you, which I doubt will happen, you can always lie."

Emily shook her head. Like lies have ever gotten them anywhere. She huffed and rolled her eyes, but didn't speak the words out loud. Instead, she uttered in an edgy voice: "I'll think about it."

She couldn't sleep that night. Did her friends really ask her to spy on Alison? She presumed, she somehow did, that she was the right (well, the safest) person to do such a thing. Even after the other night. And she knew that, although each girl was hurt by Ali, she was probably the most desperate to get the answers. And the most desperate to hope, against all odds and against their better judgement, that what they believed to be true wasn't actually true – at all.

Her bed was suddenly too large, her sheets too heavy and her mind was rushing in too many different directions all at once, causing sheer frustration and this strange burning inside her chest. All she could hear were Alison's words from the night before. I'm A. Right? All she could see was her face, her soft curly hair and her bright blue eyes filled with… Emily was sure – what she saw in those eyes was pain in its purest form.

She got so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize that first rays of sunshine started their dance in her room - it was early morning already. As she readjusted to reach for her phone, she heard aggressive knocking on the door. Groaning, she got up, seeing two missed calls from Paige. Without even trying to text her (what could she possibly say? "Hello, I'm a spy?"), or to fix her hair or her tee, she went downstairs. Sure, it were the girls, and Hanna stormed into her house, looking extremely impatient.

"Well?", she demanded.

Emily looked at her and furrowed her eyebrows, still semi-conscious after the night's emotional tirade, trying hard to connect the words to the idea. "Well what, Hanna? And hello to you, too, by the way." She didn't mean to sound that annoyed, but she did, glaring at them all now, clearly agitated.

"Have you thought it over or haven't you?" were Hanna's next, irritable words.

Emily just blinked in disbelief, watching her friends closely. Spencer was standing in the hallway with her arms crossed, and a slight look of embarrassment creeping down her face. Aria was nervously fidgeting with her mobile phone, rocking back and forth on her feet.

"We really have no time to lose, Em," was all the petite brunette said, an apologetic tone to her voice.

Emily closed her eyes and took a deep, raspy breath. She felt she could faint any minute now, so she rested her hand on the cold wall. "I will do it."

Her voice was rough and bitter, as if she regretted her decision already.