"Why me?" After a few minutes of silence, I asked. "Why asked me?"
"What do you mean? I don't understand" She crosses her arms, her eyes still fixed on me.
At this moment, I realized something. This girl, sitting beside me, she's not Alison.
Alison always has answers.
Alison knows and understands everything.
I shook my head, not really believing what was happening, or perhaps why is this happening. "Outside the barn? Why did you ask me to come with you?"
She gives me that stern look I often saw her give when she was about to say something really sincere. "Because I thought you're still like the Emily I left." She smiled, sadly. "I thought you're still the Emily that loves me no matter what."
"You mean, like your personal killer?" I spat. I'm not really getting any answers and I want them. Now. "Besides, that explains completely nothing."
"I'm grabbing at straws, Em. I'm in desperate need of someone I could really trust." She looks sideways, suddenly suffocating from the play we are constantly playing since we saw her. "Can we stop playing twenty questions? I'm getting sick of it."
Despite her pleading, I continued. "So you think you could ask me and expect me to come with you, just because you knew what I felt for you, then?" I tried to chuckle, but the only thing that came out of my mouth is a dry laugh. "You think, I would leave my life and do whatever it is that you want me to do because I loved you?"
She throws her hands up—one thing a typical Alison would never do, giving up.
"You're not really getting it, are you?" She shakes her head, seems like disappointed. "I've known that I'd lost my killer a long time ago." She paused, looking straight into me that I made me so aware of my own skin. "I just wished you're smart enough to know, that it is more than just that."
a/n : what do you guys think? I like to keep my updates short, because for some reasons, I think it's more meaningful that way.