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*Emily's POV*

Shit. I cannot face her right now. I walk backwards slightly and accidentally snap a branch on the floor causing myself to internally cringe. I see her look around, startled by the sudden noise which makes me realize that she seems very on edge. Afraid almost. 'God all I want to do is run over there and stare into her eyes' I think to myself as I look at her eyes, shining from the intense moonlight. 'Kiss those lips' my thought trail guided my eyes down to her perfectly plump lips, the memories of the few times we've kissed still fresh in my memory. As fresh as the sweet smell of vanilla she gives off when you're close enough to smell it. 'Touch those hands...' My thought process trailed off when my eyes landed on her soft, perfectly manicured hands because sitting on the finger on her left hand was a huge diamond which ricocheted the moonlight in a thousand different directions and fair play to her because that thing was huge. Personally I'm more of a 'dogs are a girl's best friend' but damn that thing looks expensive. My thoughts were interrupted when her face all of a sudden lit up, causing me to jump slightly as all of her facial features came into view. It was her phone ringing, the lit up screen now accompanied by her ring tone 'fight song'. That once again brought back memories. Memories of the Ice Ball when we all were accusing Ali of being A, how it was her first Christmas without her mom and we just ditched her. We were the ones who threw her under the bus. I quickly shake myself back to reality to catch the conversation Ali was having.

'Hey honey' Honey? Jeez I knew Ali had matured but that is something a 40 year old house wife would say. 'She is a housewife now' I remind myself mentally.

'Yeah I'm just getting fresh air'

'Well I didn't actually go in the end'

'It's a long story' she sighed. Why is she sighing? She knows fine well why I didn't invite her in. I'm guessing it's her husband she's talking to.

'Yeah I'm heading home now'

'No I'm fine, I'll walk'

'It's 5 minutes away'

'No Adam honestly'

'Okay you win, I'll be at the entrance of the woods'

'Okay, love you too'

Adam, I'm guessing that's her husband's name but I'm not sure I know any Adams from Rosewood. Alison quickly got up, cautiously looking around before making her way out of sight. Why did she keep looking around? Was she afraid of someone? I suddenly felt a cold shiver run down my body as the reality of been out in the cold wearing just a t shirt has just caught up with me. With the freshly crisp air bringing me back to a more sober state, my mind once again became frazzled and I completely forgot the reason I even came running to the kissing rock. I decide to lightly jog back home and hope it warms me up in the process. Just as I reach the end of the clearing I see Alison climb into an expensive looking BMW X6. As she opens the car door, the light inside the car turns on and I can see their faces clearly. Alison climbs in and smiles at her husband sweetly, him returning the gesture whilst placing a hand on her cheek. He must of said something funny because she giggles slightly, bowing her head in embarrassment. He laughs it off as he pulls away and heads down the road. I move my head slightly, following the car as it makes a right turn at the end of the street and going out of view. My heart literally broke in to a million pieces. Half because of jealousy and half because she actually looked happy. In fact she looked the happiest I have ever seen her and it wasn't me who was making her happy. I didn't even realize I was stood in the middle of the road with tears down my face until there was car headlights heading straight towards me. I move off the road, the driver beeping their horn but it didn't faze me. I just walked slowly down the sidewalk, kicking loose pieces of litter blowing in the night breeze.

'Emily is that you?' My mom called out as I closed the front door.

'Yeah it's me' I say, my body now in a state of auto pilot. I head to the kitchen where the remains of the alcohol from earlier were sat on the counter. I quickly grab a crate of beer and head upstairs. I close my door with my foot as I rip a bottle from the crate, cracking the lid open on the desk. As I bent down to pick the lid up, I noticed the book sitting on the top of a pile of books from high school under my desk. Great Expectations. I pick up the book, flicking through the pages, noticing all the quotes that Ali and I had highlighted in several colours. She insisted that I highlighted the Pip quotes in yellow because yellow made her happy like Pip made Estella happy. I took the book and the crate of beers and sat on my window seat, leaning against the wall and pulling my knees up as I began reading the book, taking a mouthful of beer after reading every other sentence. 3 bottles later and I finally found the bit I was looking for. I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. I sigh deeply, I definitely feel for this guy Pip because I know exactly how he feels. Except he didn't love Estella 'against her being happily married to some rich guy, against being dead, against lies, against betrayal', I once again found myself angry. Angry at Alison, angry at myself. I found myself throwing the book across the room, pulling my knees closer to my chest and sending the 3 empty bottles falling to the floor. I was definitely going to regret this in the morning. I really hope my mind forgets everything that has happened today and tonight and forget the emotions that the alcohol has brought bubbling to the surface but there is definitely one thing being sober can't get rid of.

The jealousy I feel right now.

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