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(Emily)
You love Spencer. You really do. But right now, you could kill her. She's been gone for hours. And you're worried sick. Ever since Aria barged into your room with wide eyes and told you that something was going on, you had been freaking out.
Everyone thinks you're fragile and broken and that you're too lost in your own head to notice anything right now, but you can still see everything. You see how Aria's hands shake and how Hanna's phone is shoved into the couch cushions. And you'd have to be blind not to notice Spencer's growing anxiety over the past week.
When Aria had sped to Spencer's house, you expected the worst. But somehow, A managed to be worse than that. Hanna was a mess, wandering around the kitchen and visibly shaking as she told you that she couldn't find Spencer.
You sit on the couch with your hand firmly encased in Aria's and Hanna curled into your side and you wonder how Spencer does it. Because being the strong one is hard.
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(Spencer)
Your head is resting against Toby's collarbone when you hear a dripping. He looks at you questioningly and your nose scrunches in confusion. "What is that?"
He leans forward, holding onto you, and glanced over the couch. "Spencer! What happened to your feet?" You follow his eyes and wince at the sight of your bruised and battered feet. A steady dripping of blood is creating a small puddle on the floor and your eyes tear up.
"I'm sorry."
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(Aria)
Ezra's words are on replay in your head and you inwardly cringe, your grip on Emily's hand tightening. You untangle yourself from her and whisper that you'll be right back before you walk outside, closing the door behind you.
"Why wouldn't you tell me something as big as this?"
"As if taking a job in another state isn't just as bad?"
"Well, maybe, we should take a break if you feel that way." You didn't have a chance to reply because Spencer called you at that moment.
You dial the brunette girl's number on your phone and hold it to your ear, sighing as it goes to voice-mail again. You keep trying until your vision is blurred as you cry out of desperation and exhaustion.
"Come on, Spence. Pick up."
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(Spencer)
Your feet are wrapped in bandages and Toby is looking at you with that sadsadsad expression that you hate to see him wearing. Especially when you are the one who put it there.
His hand is resting on your knee because your legs are thrown across his lap. You lean your head against his shoulder, your lips pressed against his neck. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about, Spence. I already told you that. I don't know how you didn't notice this though, babe. It's pretty bad."
You shrug, "I had bigger things to worry about."
He leans down to kiss your forehead and his lips linger there as he whispers. "No one can take me away from you, Spence. You're my forever."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
You smile, but are interrupted by your phone vibrating in your pocket. You slip it out and see 12 missed calls. You cringe, realizing that your friends are probably freaking out.
"Oh no. Toby, we need to get to my house."
His eyebrows furrow in confusion, "Why? Are the girls okay?"
It makes you smile that he cares about your friends as much as you do. "I hope so. I kind of ran out without telling anyone where I was going, so they're worried. And I think they need me."
"Okay, let's go. But I think we should make some stops on the way."
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