Hello guys :)

I finished this "supposed" one-shot a while ago - which turn into a "two one-shot" because I receive a lot of request. I wasn't thinking about continuing it, I must admit, but since lots of you guys are still asking me to do it by MP after one year, I think I will try my best ! I'm not so sure where i'm going though...

Since I haven't update in a while, I will sum up it quickly: Alison was going back secretly in Rosewood when she was attack by -A. Emily saved her but she didn't know at the moment that she will come face to face with the girl she cried for years. Now Alison is here, but it doesn't mean that it's easy. She is convinced that she need to set free Emily, disappear for good because there is no way she deserves her...

Song's inspiration : Clean - Taylor Swift

Chapter 3

That's when I could finally breathe

Everything is more difficult to see through the glass. If eighteen years had learnt her something, then it was that. And here was Emily, standing behind the living room window, watching Alison leave her again, helplessly. This same window, as broken as her heart, every time she saw her father leave on a military mission. This window, from where the girl had been watching for hours the spectacle of the city, its magic, the bright colored Christmas lights, white, red, golden, the smell of pine and the crowd - vast cluster of ants without goal - a successful society where she didn't belong. The screen of the television, always this window, which broadcast non-stop the perfect life of person whose the swimmer didn't know the name, while hers was drown into destruction and chaos.

Normally, Emily avoided thinking about that and tried to keep those thoughts under control. But this night was different. The feelings were overwhelming.

The brunette had already lost Alison one time. Seeing her crossing the door, leaving in the exact same way that her friend had done before, Emily suddenly felt like she has throwing several years ago, at the beginning of the drama. She didn't want to go through that pain again. She couldn't.

There were limits to what her heart can withstand before it breaks completely. Such as the glass.

"Ali!"

The swimmer wanted to scream but her voice brook instead, so low that it seemed barely a whisper.

"Please, don't go. Don't leave me" she begged.

Alison froze, perfectly back to her friend. The rain was pouring down the already slippery pavement, so hard it almost seemed to bounce. The blonde breathed deeply, trying by all means not to turn around, not faltering for Emily, remain strong, because her mermaid deserved better.

Alison needed to set her free.

When the blonde found finally the strength to leave, she heard a loud noise in her back, covering the storm. Alison turned around. She had promised not to, but she couldn't help it.

Emily had fallen to her knees, on the floor. She was not crying, she did not speak, Alison could not even tell if she was breathing or living. Her eyes were extinguished, as if suddenly something had just sucked all their energy.

Maybe it was the view of her, collapsed on the floor, so fragile, so broken, and Alison, the only thing that could end her pain. Perhaps, their old friendship. Or just the rain. But anyway, the blonde felt her will weaken at this moment.

She couldn't leave. Not like this, with the vision of Emily so vulnerable, emotionally dead hundreds times, just in front of her eyes.

Alison came closer and knelt down softly.

The gaze's swimmer was dark, so dark that it seemed not leaving enough space for feeling. It was like looking through an opaque glass. The desperation was obvious, so much that for a moment the DiLaurentis' child had the feeling of returning right back to the old days when she was missing Emily every minute, every second, to the point that she had seriously considered the possibility of ending her life. And now, she was going though all the phases of her own pain.

At this idea, Alison felt her heart sink painfully in his chest.

"Em," she called silently.

She had murmured, in a soft and delicate voice, seeing that the previous sensation was verified. Emily remained motionless on the ground, without reaction, the rain soaking her already wet brown locks. Alison closed the distance between them, but kept a reasonable space. The blonde was fully aware of this heavy bubble where they were trap, almost oppressive, and she didn't want to take the risk of breaking it by an abrupt or inappropriate gesture.

Emily had always been her remedy. Her rock in the middle of the storm.

Today she had to be her savior.

"I can't go through that again. I can't go through that. I just can't "Emily said under her breath, panicked.

"Emily, look at me." asked Alison, but the swimmer didn't seem to hear. She kept constantly repeating the same words all over again.

The blonde put a hand against her shoulder, but Emily did not react. Alison didn't know at this point whether her friend even felt her presence. It seemed that the thin space between them had suddenly turned into a gigantic wall. She looked so distant. Shattered.

"Emily, I'm not gonna leave you. I'll stay right here. I promise".

The blonde came nearer to be certain that Emily was able to see her, her face, her features desiring one thing: help her. The DiLaurentis' child strengthened the weight of her cool hand on her shoulder, hoping to cause a reaction, anything that will make her reconnect with reality. But even that was not enough to make her shiver.

" Will you look at me, Em ? Look at me, please. I'm here. I'm right here. Please. I'm begging you ", she sobbed this time.

Alison felt her heart skip a beat when he saw finally the eyes of the swimmer meet hers again, in the same way than by the past, with an unspeakable intensity. So close, the blonde could distinctly see the scope of the damage. Emily still looked like an angel.

A broken one.

Alison bit her lip. It was so difficult to see her suffering.

"Em, tell me what you need. I will do anything to make you feel better. I- I can not see you like th-at. It- It destroys me."

A new raindrop dipped Emily's locks. Instinctively, Alison raised a hand to put it behind her ear but remembered a little too late that it wasn't appropriate. She tried to withdraw but Emily stopped her.

The Swimmer crossed her icy-blue eyes again, but it was different. This time, Emily seemed to see her. Finally.

"Will you hold me, please? " she asked with a glimmer of hope.

Alison nodded silently then closed her arms around her waist, and something in the way she did it, told her that she will never let go. And while the rain came pouring down, drowning everything in its path, that was when Emily could finally breathe.

She gave one more glance in the rear-view mirror of the car in front of her. The reflection of Alison was dancing through it. Then the swimmer knew.

Everything is more difficult to see through a glass.

Everything, except her.

I hope you have liked it :) If you're here and have just a minute, please don't hesitate to leave a review it makes my day. We all say that, but yet it's the truth. You are amazing, see you for the next chapter :)

PS: Be kind. I'm french, I've tried my best on the translation but I might have made lot of mistakes, i'm sorry about that.