I know it's been a while since I last updated, sorry about the delay. I've decided to keep going with this story for now, but my other stories are higher on my priority list, so of the ones I have going right now, this will probably be updated least often.

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Emily's POV

I must have fallen asleep. I woke up with a still sleeping Alison in my arms. I nuzzled my head against hers, loving every second I got to spend with her, realizing that it may all end soon.

"I love you," I whispered to Alison, before kissing her on the head.

I hadn't woken her up, which was good because, firstly, she needed her sleep, and secondly, I had just noticed a woman sitting in the chair where Alison usually sat when she wasn't in the hospital bed with me. The woman seemed to be watching me and taking notes; I assumed she was the psychotherapist that Dr. Stevens had set me up with.

I carefully released Alison from my arms, making sure not to wake her, while I got out of the hospital bed.

"I hope you don't mind if I use the bathroom before we start," I said to the woman.

"Not at all," the woman responded pleasantly.

When I emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, the woman was jotting something down in her notebook.

I didn't want to disturb Alison, who was now snoring softly, so I made my way over to the window, and sat down in the chair there.

"Tired of the bed?" the woman asked a few moments later.

I looked up at her. She had turned her chair so that it was facing me now, instead of the bed.

"I didn't want to wake her," I said. I didn't really care if she could see Ali or not, she obviously thought I was crazy or she wouldn't be here.

The woman nodded, "You must be Emily, then," she said, showing no indication that she had or hadn't seen Ali, but that regardless of whether or not she had, she was moving on.

"Yeah," I said.

"I'm Dr. Myers," she said, extending her right hand towards me.

I shook her hand somewhat reluctantly, mumbling meaningless pleasantries.

"So…" I said after an awkward silence, "How does this work?"

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be doing. I'd never been to a psychotherapist before, or even a psychologist or a therapist or even a counselor.

"Well, simply put, we talk," Dr. Myers said, "If you don't know what to say, I can ask you questions and you can answer them as best you can."

This felt like some sort of test. I wondered if it was possible to fail. I tried to figure out what types of questions she might ask me, and how I would answer them, and what I would even talk about. But, honestly, it wouldn't be that hard to figure out, I mean, she was here for me to talk about Alison, wasn't she?

I was suddenly hit with a burning desire to know if Dr. Myers could see Alison, too, but at the same time, I didn't want to know, because if she said no, it would seem more real. If she couldn't see Ali, it would be true. If she couldn't see Ali, then I was really crazy. I was not ready to deal with what all that would mean.

I couldn't imagine not being able to see her, not feeling the softness of her skin. I couldn't imagine not having her; now that I had her, I didn't ever want to lose her. She had been all I'd dreamed about for years, and now my dreams were real. At least I think they are, and I was terrified of waking up to find out this was just another dream.

I looked past Dr. Myers. I felt my lips curve into a sweet smile as I watched Alison, sleeping, the movement of her chest as it rose and fell slowly with each unconscious breath.

I didn't understand how people could just not see her. She was beautiful, breathtaking, and as such, even those who didn't find themselves completely smitten, as I was, should, would, still marvel at all the was Alison. There had been a reason that Alison commanded everyone's attention simply be being there. It was a gift, one she'd been born with, just like her undeniable beauty.

As hard as it was to tear my eyes away from my love, my sleeping beauty, I forced myself to turn my attention back to Dr. Myers. She was looking at me intently, probably waiting for some response from me.

Perhaps she was looking for some reaction that she could take notes on in her notebook. I wondered what she was writing there. Was it good? Or did it simply emphasize how much of a lunatic she thought I was?

Spencer's POV

It was lunchtime. I took a detour, avoiding both Aria and my locker, making a pit stop on the way to lunch.

I opened the door, and was relieved to find the classroom exactly the way I wanted it: empty with the exception of Mr. Fitz.

"I need to talk to you," I said in what probably came across as a stern voice.

Mr. Fitz looked up, clearly startled by my presence, not that I cared that much.

"Um, Spencer," Mr. Fitz said. He seemed tense, it was obvious that I made him uneasy.

I wondered if it was my personality that made him uneasy, as it did many others for some reason that seemed to escape me, not that I was really looking for it, or if it was that he was in love with my girlfriend, or even the fact that I knew every facet of his relationship with her.

"Just listen," I said, not really wanting to hear more than absolutely necessary from him.

He nodded, probably wondering if I was going to threaten to turn him in. I guessed that's probably what he was expecting.

"If you're really in love with Aria, you'll respect that she's happier with me," I said, wasting no time getting straight to the heart of the matter.

Mr. Fitz started to say something, but I cut him off.

"You see Mr. Fitz," I tried my best to make him understand, "you're right, what you're thinking, she loves you, too."

Mr. Fitz's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what I was saying. Hell, I couldn't believe I was telling him this, as there was a possibility it would make him fight for her even more. Well let's be honest, we both knew Aria loves him, it was just that I was telling, no, admitting, that it was true that we were having a hard time believing.

"But she loves me, too."

Mr. Fitz was silent, probably processing what I had said.

"She chose me, and you need to respect that because she'll keep rejecting you," I told him honestly, "and it kills her inside, every time she does it, you can see it in her eyes."

"So stop," I said, "Stop hurting her."

Waiting for no response, I quickly turned and left the room, leaving Mr. Fitz there to contemplate what I had said. I made my way to the cafeteria to find Aria, and subsequently, Hanna.

Aria's POV

I didn't see Spencer on my way to lunch, which was unusual because we normally go to lunch together. She wasn't by her locker either, and she wasn't in the cafeteria when I got there either.

I sat down next to Hanna at what had been our usual table back when Alison was with us. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, from not knowing where Spencer was.

It was probably five minutes into lunch, five minutes of listening to Hanna go on about how Sean had no compassion whatsoever, before I saw Spencer walk into the cafeteria. The knot in my stomach vanished and was replaced with millions of butterflies as she walked toward us, her smile making my heart race as I mirrored the gesture.

"Hey," I said when she reached the table, "I was starting to get worried, what happened to you?"

"I just had to talk with my teacher," Spencer said.

She probably wanted more extra credit. That would be something she would do, ask if there was anything so she could have an above perfect average. I chuckled at the thought.

Emily's POV

"Can you see her?" I blurted out, gesturing towards my still sleeping girlfriend.

I hadn't meant to. In fact, I'd been trying to avoid any mention of it. I had been talking with Dr. Myers about swimming for the last half-hour. I guess I just couldn't let it go. I had to know.

I felt like Spencer, who always needed to know what was going on, who needed to understand everything. Only, with me, it was only this I needed to know.

"No," Dr. Myers said softly. She was smiling, probably because I had actually said something about what we both knew was the real reason why she was here. Her voice wasn't condescending or anything when she said it though. In that one syllable, you could feel the sense of understanding, and the respect she had for me, though I wasn't sure why she would have respect for me. I mean, we'd just met, what could she possibly know about me other than I swim?

Contrary to what I had thought earlier, her tone implied that she didn't think I was a lunatic at all. It was like she was telling me everything was going to be alright without having to use the words.

"Who is she?" Dr. Myers asked.

"Alison," I answered quietly, though I was sure she had heard me.

And of course, she knew right away exactly who I was talking about. Everybody had heard about her. It had been big news, more than once. Alison DiLaurentis would always be remembered in the town of Rosewood as the girl who had disappeared, the girl who had been found dead a year later in her own backyard.

It hit me, as I thought about everything, that this meant that she really was dead. It meant that the Alison, who I was looking at right now, wasn't real. It meant that Alison had never really loved me.

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In the next chapter: Emily talks with Dr. Myers about Alison, Spencer and Aria tell Emily about their relationship, and without Sean, what guy does Hanna have her eyes on now?

Because I won't be updating this as often, check out these other stories:

If you want more Aria, feel free to check out my other big Sparia story: When I Look At You, written entirely from Aria's POV
Want more Spencer? Check out Finding Aria, written entirely from Spencer's POV.
Spemily your thing? Check out You Don't Have To Be Afraid To Fall In Love.
Sparia Recommendation (not written by me): When Friends Become Lovers by CloudGypsy!