A/N: Hey, so this is a squeal of sorts to my one-shot called In Love. I hope you like this one-shot! ~KJ99

In My Heart

"Sorry if I'm bothering you," I say to Mrs DiLaurentis when she re-enters the room handing me a cup of tea.

"You could never bother me Emily," she sits down nursing her own cup of tea.

Mrs DiLaurentis continued "I like having these conversation with you Emily. You help keep her alive for me, you knew my daughter so well."

"Sometimes it feels like I didn't, like I didn't know who she was."

"Alison liked to play games with people but what no one realised was, she was terrified of being hurt or abandon; so she's didn't get close to people."

"When it was just the two of us and we were doing something silly, like painting each other's nails. I could feel Alison shield go down, she never had it up with me."

"I think you are the only person Alison ever loved."

"She loved you. She loved having you as her Mum, but she couldn't express it, she didn't know how to. So, Alison did love you in her own little way."

"Thank-you Emily. Thank-you for loving my daughter, even though she could be cruel. Thank-you for seeing passed all of her troubles and seeing the beautiful soul she had."

"I couldn't not love Alison. From the first moment I met Alison, I knew we'd be more than friend. I just had to convince Alison of that."

"And you did."

"I did," I say smiling remembering how it felt the first time Alison said she loved me back.

Mrs DiLaurentis then admitted "I miss her. Her beautiful smile. The way her mind would plan everything to the detail in the matter of seconds. The way she spoke so sure and full of life. I miss our arguments, it seems stupid to miss them but I'd give anything to have them back."

"I miss her too, so much. I don't think I could love anyone as much as I loved Alison. She was the only person for me. I wish this was just a terrible nightmare, one that I'd wake up from and I'd be in her warm, loving arms again. We'd laugh at this silly dream and go on planning our trip to Paris."

"Why Paris?"

"It was our place. Alison and I, in sweet Paris. Kissing on top of the Eiffel Tower and eating all the cheese we possibly could."

"Alison would've loved that."

"She would've. She loved Paris, just as much as she loved me. We bond our Paris, that's how I meet Alison in French class."

"Alison never told me how she meet all you girls."

Smiling, I tell the story of how of I met Alison, "I was sitting in the back of the classroom, just minding my own business. When this girl with the bluest of eyes and the blondest of hair asked if the seat next to me was taken, I told her no and she sat down next to me. Later in the class, she asked to borrow a pen and saw that I had been drawing a picture of the Eiffel Tower; free hand. We began talking about Paris and our dreams to go. We had been interrupted by our teacher and given detention. At lunch I had been sitting reading by myself when this intriguing girl sat in front of me and asked what I was reading, we spent the whole lunch period talking and longer if we could. I knew from that day on, that Alison and I were soulmates."

"That's so beautiful. I'm so sorry that you've lost your soulmate."

"While Alison may not be alive, I haven't lost her. I'll always have her in here," I place my hand on top of my heart.

"Right you are Emily, right you are," Mrs DiLaurentis said patting my hand before we continued drinking our tea. I had come straight to Mrs DiLaurentis house after that horrible but yet wonderful counselling session. I hadn't heard from any of the girls, which I wasn't sure if that was good or bad but I didn't mind too much. Beside it gave me more time to talk with Mrs DiLaurentis about our favourite person, the one the only Alison DiLaurenits.

The End.