AN: So I'm changing what I told you all before about the updates coming every Saturday, from now on please just expect an update at some time on the WEEKENDs (with the exception of this past weekend). Reason being, my mom I do a lot of catering for parties and most of those parties fall on Saturday and I've been busier with work, so yeah, anyways, here is the update you missed this past weekend. Anyways, I'm real sorry to leave you without something, so here's chapter 15, I hope you like it. -Lina

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Emily's POV

I was absentmindedly playing with the bracelet around my wrist when Dr. Pearson came in.

"Hello Emily."

"H-hey." I lifted my hand an attempt at a wave and dropped it back to play with the piece of jewelry around my wrist.

"How are you feeling?" The man sat down in the chair beside my bed and I shrugged.

"Is it the speech?"

I nodded. After the seizure I had, I had resorted to using fewer and fewer words, I was too frustrated to say anything else, part of the reason I pretended to be asleep when Ali came in.

And Ali, she was a whole other puzzle piece that I had been thinking about lately.

"Well you know," the Dr. stopped me from getting lost in my thoughts again, "there are speech therapists that can help with the difficulties that you're going to have with your speech."

I just nodded and met his eyes. He seemed to care deeply and he had a furrow between his brows. The way he looked at me, I felt like a loss puppy that he picked up off the road, part of that I know being true.

"I understand you don't want to talk right now, that's fine, but there are a few things I want to talk to you about alright?"

I nodded again and he smiled, "here," he said lightly, handing me his clipboard, "let's save your neck from anymore strain than it's already been through, you can write on this in case you want to 'talk'. Deal?"

I nodded, but quickly held out my hand to stop him from doing anything else. I grabbed the clipboard and the pen and quickly wrote the word deal with a smiley face. When I showed him, he laughed and I returned a smile.

"Okay, so Alison called me..."

I stopped smiling so widely and wrote to him: and?

"And you're going home in a few days."

I should've felt excited but as the days went on and I kept playing in my head what Ali had told me that night, I wasn't so sure that's what I wanted to do.

So I scribbled again: why?

"She didn't say much but I don't think Ali or your friends plan on staying here any longer, your homes are back in Rosewood and I think she would much rather have you close and near your own home, than here with strangers."

I shook my head to acknowledge he wasn't a stranger and he smiled, "why thank you, I care for all my patients, but I was especially looking forward to seeing you fully recovered and under my supervision."

I patted my chest to tell him so did I. I don't know what home was supposed to feel like or what Ali expected from me once I was there but here I felt welcome and cared for. How different would Rosewood be?

I grabbed a hold of the pen again: when?

"Well hopefully in a few days, you're not exactly cleared to travel, so I want to keep you here at least two more days. Ali should be here tomorrow. But there are a lot of papers to fill out and I need you to sign a waiver that says it is okay for you to leave with Ali and that she remains financially responsible for your care. Also, I'm faxing your records and anything you might need care wise to the hospital in your home town, so when you get there, if you need anything, they'll know exactly what it is. But other than that, after you leave here, you'll be good to stay at home and work on being you again okay?"

I nodded and grabbed the pen but fumbled it in my hands and dropped it to the ground; I tried to lean forward and grab it from the floor and groaned when I felt pain in my back.

"Shit."

"Well, no problems with that one." Dr. Pearson laughed and handed the pen back to me.

"Sorry."

"See, you can talk Emily, only when you get frustrated or exhausted it triggers certain things. You just have to stay positive."

"I will." I surprised myself when I didn't hear any struggle. "I'm just- scared."

"I know, not knowing when it'll come or when it will go, I understand, but the good thing is that from what I've seen, this won't be permanent, you can overcome it. Like I said, stay positive okay?"

I nodded, "okay."

"Alright, well, I just wanted to let you know what was going on, I'll leave you to it. Alison should be here in no time."

I nodded and said a quick goodbye, settling back in to my thinking when he finally left.

My thoughts instantly returned Alison.

What was I going to do? Days have gone by and she hasn't contacted me, now she wants me home. In a few hours, I was willing to bet she would've maybe liked to just leave me here until I was recovered. But she told me she loved me. I can't unhear that, I can't unknow it. If I was awake and she told me the same thing, I'm not sure I would be able to say it back. After all, how could I?

However, her confession explained the feelings I had around her. But...I don't think...I can't possibly be ready to love someone else...I don't even know who I really am. And I know Ali cares for me, I can see that in her eyes, but I also see her eyes searching in mine for someone. Someone that I'm not, at least not right now.

So, I can't be who she wants me to be right now, and I can't keep pretending to be asleep when she needs to talk. But I know before I can jump into things, I just need to be who I am without Ali first. I played with the bracelet and thought of the way it felt when our skin met. No denying there was something, but I can't say I feel something that I don't understand yet. I can't be more than a friend to her if we're not friends first.

I think it'd be best if we started over.

And I need the rest of the truth about Charles, did he have anything to do with our friends...my parents? Ali would've told me right?...what else don't I know?

I took the bracelet off and slipped it into the sweater next to me.

Despite what I really wanted and want I knew Ali wanted, this had to be done.

No One's POV

The day came when Emily was finally released to travel back home. All of her prescriptions were filled by Dr. Pearson and ordered for the next pick up at the nearest pharmacy in Rosewood.

Alison had stayed as far away from Emily as she could. She was afraid that if she looked too long at the brunette she would be asking Emily if she remembered or heard anything from the last night they were together. Part of her wanted Emily to have heard everything and another part, the part dominating her now, was hoping Emily was really fast asleep, unaware of the truths Ali had unveiled.

It's not like Alison regret telling Emily everything, she was just unsure how Em was supposed to take it all, and Ali didn't know how Em would react to the fact that Ali had been lying. And Ali definitely couldn't bear to imagine how she was supposed to explain what she knew about the girls and Emily's parents. Em was already in a questionable state of physical health, so she couldn't risk jeopardizing Em's peace of mind too.

So Alison skirted just around Emily's room, mostly using Dr. Pearson and Emily's nurses as her messengers, letting Em know she was being transferred, to go "home," that Ali was just busy taking care of the paperwork to actually come in and explain herself.

And it would've been really convincing, Emily would've succumbed to the white lie, but as it was, Emily was awake the last night Ali had visited her, she heard everything. She heard the way Ali lit up at the old memories of them together, of their friends. It felt longer than it was, and Ali didn't even know all that she had revealed, but Emily knew two things for certain: one, Ali loved her and Emily knew deep down somewhere and sometime ago, she had once loved Ali back, that somehow that would never really go away and two, there was a monster, -A, Ali's brother she had whispered, that was out to hurt Ali, he did this to them and he was ruthless.

Emily thought about this and before Ali came in her room to help her downstairs to the cab, she realized she was certain of a third thing: -A was going to get what was coming to him soon.

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"So, how was the fl-fl-fli, how was the trip to come get me?" Emily asked very timidly from the window seat. Ali had managed to get the two seats in the very back where there were only two seats in a row. She leaned forward, lifting her resting head from the seat and met Emily's eyes for the first time since. She wanted to comment on Em's speech but decided against it. It was better than before, but Dr. Pearson, said it may come and go.

"It was fine." There wasn't much openness in the way she answered, and Emily cringed internally.

"Oh, s-so you don't mind flying?" Em was honestly just trying to make small talk to break the awkward silence, she didn't know what it was that was making the air around them so tense, but she was trying everything to make it go away. She didn't know why she was stumbling over her words now, when she was fine talking to Ezra and Toby.

"No, I don't." And this time Emily shrunk back visibly.

Ali sighed in frustration at herself and turned her body to face Emily more.

"Em, look, I'm sorry that I'm not in the mood to talk much, I'm just still a little tired from flying up here and everything with the paperwork for you was just really-"

"I-I-in-inconvenient?" Em said what she had been feeling since Ali left so many nights ago. Everything that had happened was because Emily loved Ali, and Em was only in this position with Alison because she didn't listen…because she loved Alison. Deep down, Emily was feeling just at fault as Alison has been since the beginning.

Ali stared, mouth slightly agape in shock…and then she felt guilty. She knew what Em was insinuating, "what? No! Emily, you aren't an inconvenience to me at all. All I was going to say was that the papers were so long and boring and tedious and I just couldn't wait to just take you home."

Emily's brows furrowed and Ali seen the uncertainty in those chocolate orbs.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Emily, you're my best friend, to say the least," she added a little more quietly.

"Best friend?"

Ali gulped, "yes, of course, you've always been there for me Em; you've always been my best friend."

"And that's it?" That was it, she said it. The stutter was momentarily absent.

Ali looked frantically between Em's eyes, her brain trying to decide what to say. It was never hard around Emily; it was always easy to say whatever she wanted to and with her, so why now was her throat so dry?

"I guess so." Emily turned her head towards the window and slid as far down as she could before it was uncomfortable. Now Ali was going to deny that they had anything more between them, maybe that means Ali wanted to start over as friends first too.

"Em-"

"It's okay Ali, I'm sorry. I-I don't kn-know what I was thi-thinking." C'mon Em, she told herself, this is not what I'm supposed to be doing.

"No Em, I just- it's-"

"It's fine, I'm tired, just wake me when we land."

There was a coldness and hardness to Emily's tone, it cut Ali like a double-edged sword. Yet the blonde had no idea it was just a small precursor to what was to come. Emily was purposely being this way to make it easier later.

Ali wanted to say that they were more, confirm it, but what would that mean if Charles found out? What would happen next? Charles and CeCe already found Emily before and Em would need to see a doctor as soon as they landed and Wren was a doctor too...it was just too dangerous. Right? Ali was protecting them both this way. Even if she was hurting Emily, it was better than the pain they would both feel if Charles got them again.

Ali held on to that, that she was doing what was best. But doubt came into her mind too. Why couldn't she just stroke Emily's hair, why couldn't she interlock their fingers, for once in weeks, why couldn't Ali grant herself the permission to taste Emily's lips again? What if Emily never got her memory back and Ali couldn't make her fall in love with her again?

What-if's that Ali couldn't afford to think about. She looked at the back of Emily's head and desperately fought with her inner turmoil, opting for headphones and distracting her mind with the movie that was playing.

Now it seemed the girls had switched places, Emily not wanting to rush things and Ali wanting to skip to the part where she could call Emily hers again, but things were too complicated for that right now.

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Hours and only a few spoken words later and the girls were pulling up to the Fields' house.

"So this is Rosewood?"

Emily slowly got out of the cab with Ali's assistance and Ali nodded, "mhmm, 'home.'"

"Yeah, 'home.'" Emily's voice was distant and Ali helped Emily into her house.

"You have a key?" Emily asked as she made her way carefully up the front porch steps.

"Um, yeah, you gave it to me last year after we graduated." Ali answered awkwardly.

"Oh, did I give the others one too? You know since we were all best friends?" Emily asked smartly, still wanting to see what Ali wanted from her now that they were home.

"Um," Ali started, fixing the collar of her sweater, "no, just me."

"Hmm, why?"

Ali's face was starting to heat up; she almost liked it more when Em was ignoring her.

"Well, I mean, you gave me one, because..." Ali struggled. How? The queen of lies and she couldn't make one up now on the fly. Maybe she should change the subject? After all, she couldn't hear Emily stuttering anymore, maybe that was cause for celebration. But one look to the right and she knew she was in trouble. "You gave me one because I always came over anyways, and sometimes at some ungodly hours, so to make everyone's life easier, you just decided I could have my own, you know, save you the trip to the door." Hopefully, Em would buy it.

Emily smiled to herself and laughed in Ali's face, "Ali, I know it seems like I'm barely like meeting you again and we've only had a few conversations over these past few weeks, but why am I getting this feeling in my gut that-,"

"What?" Please don't say you know I'm lying, Ali wished hard.

"That you're-," Em paused and her body swayed from side to side, "um, I think I need to sit down." She held the frame of the doorway to balance herself as Ali moved swiftly.

The blonde hurriedly opened the door and shoved their bags in, ushering the Em to the nearest couch.

"Here, you might need to lie down." Ali helped Em into the nearest couch of the living room and surrounded her with pillows and took a step back.

Em groaned and held her head, opening her eyes to laugh, "don't look at me like that."

Ali tilted her head to the side, "like what?"

"Like that." Em weakly lifted her hand and pointed to Ali's now confused face.

"Em-"

"Look, it's been weeks, and I'm still here, please don't treat me like I'm made of glass."

Ali swallowed and simply nodded.

"Do you want some water? I should call Dr. Pearson and see if you receiving in home care was the best decision or if you should be checked in to-"

"Please don't. I don't want to be in a hospital again, it was always too cold and-," Emily trailed off, watching as Ali paced and reached for her phone in her pocket.

But upon hearing the tone in Em's voice, Ali stopped in her tracks and moved to sit on the couch with the brunette, a stack of pillows separating them.

"It's ok then, I won't. But you should take your medication now that we're on the ground."

"I don't mind the meds, just please-please d-do-don't-,"

"Don't what?"

Emily sighed and looked at her hands in her lap, "don't push me away again?"

Ali sat dumbly next to Emily and willed Emily to meet her eyes, "push you away?"

Em nodded, her gaze still fixed in her lap.

"Em what makes you think I would push you away?" Ali yearned to physically comfort Emily, hug their bodies together until the doubt fizzled away, but she held back, they both weren't ready for that...were they?

Emily swallowed and slowly picked her head up, eyes looking everywhere but into Alison's. She settled for looking at the ground near Ali's feet, "because," she shrugged, "you've been doing it ever since that first night we talked. When I first woke up," brown eyes met blue and Alison's heart fractured when she seen the amount of hurt in front of her.

"Em, I was never pushing you away. I was just, just scared."

"Of me?"

Ali never considered that but now that she was asked, "yes...and no."

"But why? You know me, right? But I don't know me yet, so what makes that part scary?"

Ali swallowed, she felt tears welling at the corners of her eyes. She remained silent until she felt warm familiar hands a top her own.

"This only works if we talk to each other."

Ali bit on her lower lip and nodded, "I was scared because," she voice faltered slightly and she paused to steady herself, "because, after I heard you lost some of your memory, I didn't want that to mean...that I lost you completely. And I was scared of having feelings that you wouldn't return."

Emily nodded, understanding that Ali must've had a hard time seeing Emily, but not the whole Emily, just the shell. Em seen and remembered the looks Ali would give, like she was expecting someone else to be inside of Em, for one day the memories to come back and everything go back to normal.

"Em," Ali continued, "I wasn't trying to push you away, I just wanted to keep my distance as best as I could. I knew if I was too close, I could hurt you." Ali spoke generally: if she was close to Em again, Charles would take advantage of that, and if Ali tried to tell Em everything, Emily might crack. It seemed like a lose-lose.

"So," Em began, "you think staying away from me," Em retreated, drawing back her hands into her lap, "you think that didn't hurt?"

Alison heard the crack in her voice and she wanted to scream, to yell, to ask what the hell she was supposed to do to fix this, ask how she was supposed to get Emily back...at least what to do to stop hurting the only person she had ever truly loved.

Instead she got lost in her own head and snapped back to reality when Em spoke quieter.

"Does this have to do with Charles?"

Ali's heart dropped like lead into her stomach. "Where did you hear that name?"

Em shrugged again, "you."

"Me? But I never-," and then she paused, remembering the night she confessed everything to Emily, their past, -A, their relationship, leaving out only the real whereabouts of the girls and her parents.

Realization hit and Emily nodded.

"Yeah, I was awake."

Ali was nervous, Emily knew about them, she knew how Ali felt, she knew how she had felt about Ali, and she knew why all of this happened to them.

"And you heard-," half of Ali hoped Em would say she only heard the part about Charles, the other half wished she only heard about their relationship, and she knew no part of her was ready to handle it if Em had heard-

"Everything," Emily answered and smiled weakly, "Ali, why, why couldn't you have told me sooner?"

"How? I woke up and that the last thing I remembered was watching and hearing and fuck! Believing you were dead!," The tears came now but she didn't care, "I just wanted to see you so bad, I wanted to make sure you were still here, I couldn't have imagined going on without you, but when they told me, you didn't have your memory, I felt like someone came in and erased me from you. So what was the point of me going back to you? You wouldn't know me," she wanted to add 'you wouldn't have known that I loved you and you loved me back,' but she couldn't, not right now.

"Em, I was scared, and I hated myself for doing this to you. I wanted to leave, I wasn't worth having you again, but I couldn't just leave you, I never would've done that."

"Why not?"

"Why? You, you needed me."

"That's it?" Em asked flatly, and both girls knew what she wanted to hear.

"No, I-I-,"

"I needed you! I still need you!"

"So why didn't you tell me the truth...about everything, instead you had me think all I was feeling about you was all in my head Alison!"

"What was I supposed to do?!"

"Just talk to me! You keep saying-,"

Ali felt the emotions rise and she shouted, "I went in your room and you weren't, you weren't you," she started but stopped as soon as she seen the words slap Em as hard as it would've felt with a hand.

"Not like that Emily," Ali knew her losing her memory wasn't her fault and she just yelled as if it was. Her tone softened and she spoke quieter, "I just mean, I didn't know how to tell you, and I was still hoping it would all just come back to you, and I couldn't, I just couldn't tell you and scare you, you didn't even know who I was, I was just - I just thought that by not telling you and trying to do this on my own that I could give you a fresh start, something better than what you had before."

"But what if one day I do want what I had before?"

Ali stopped, her mouth slightly agape. No, Em surely wasn't talking about-

"What if I want what we had? You know, not now, but eventually. I know you're an important part of my life, so I don't see how I can get better without you."

Ali moved to speak, but was too slow-

"But I don't think I can jump back into being with you like that right now," Em added, "I need time first."

Ali swallowed and her hands started to tremble.

"Em, you know that-,"

"Ali, it's ok, you want to stop Charles- even though I can't do much right now, so do I- I may not understand everything, I've been trying to piece it all together, b-but-," she struggled to find where she was going with this and stopped.

Ali leaned forward and placed her shaking hand over Emily's, "Em, I want what we had back too, more than anything, I know, it's not the right time because Charles is out there, and right now, I just want you safe and sound."

"Yeah, I know. It's just I know I have these feelings about you, like I'm supposed to know you more, and from what you said about us being in lo- about us together, I know I'm supposed to have more feelings about you and I want to act on them, but I can't be who you want, I don't know that I can lo- I think, I just-,"

"Shh, not today Em. It's okay, that was then, and this is now, and sitting here with you now, I know...I know that you may never," Alison's heart officially broke as she said this, "you may never learn to feel that way about me like you used to," Alison refrained from saying the L word and it pained her more than anything Charles could've done to her. Her voice was shaking harder than she wished.

"I know, it's a lot of pressure, I know I told you about us and now you feel like that's how you have to feel, but that's not true, I can't keep expecting the old you to come back, I know that...," Ali wiped away at her tears, "I may have lost the old Emily," that loved me back, Ali forced herself to think it and felt the pangs in her chest sharpen, "but you're still you and I have you now, and I just want to have my best friend back."

The whole time, Emily's heart was beating so loud in her ears that she strained to hang on to every word Alison spoke. It hurt that it sounded like the blonde was giving up on her...well the 'old' her. But Ali continued to talk and promised to stop looking for the old Emily, and that if it was meant to happen, things would be the way they were before. Emily sighed and felt a strange sense of relief wash over her, all this time she was forcing herself to think she had to be someone else than who she was now for Alison.

She forced herself to think that she still could feel the way Ali said that they felt about one another, but the feelings weren't there. All she could feel was that she was drawn to Ali, that she had to have the blonde in her life, as what she wasn't sure.

"So..." Em said awkwardly.

Ali's tears dried and she ignored the fact that she was hurting herself to protect Emily. She told herself it was wrong to expect to Emily to wake up one day and remember how madly in love she was with Ali. She told herself to stop wanting to kiss Emily and instead forced herself to accept that she would have to settle for being Em's friend first.

She would have to start over.

She would have to win Em back like she did before.

She can't force things on Emily, even if right now the brunette said she felt the same way she did before, Ali knew it would be a lie. Something that never changed about Em was her need to make others happy.

But Ali knew as soon as she acted on it, it would be like taking advantage of her.

Her heart ached and she knew Em was waiting for an answer.

"So I guess, we should start over."

Em smiled, she was happy to officially re-meet Alison, and learn to be friends again and maybe one day...

"It's probably what's best."

Ali fought the urge to break down, but she seen the smile on Emily's face that she only ever pictured in her head for the past few weeks, and knew it was worth it. Emily said it afterall, this was what was best, to restart and stop trying to bring back what was lost.

Ali would have to find a way to make new memories. She would remind Em slowly of who she was, and who they were, and maybe if they were really meant to be...of their life together. Hopefully, she would do it better and get her girl back in the end.

The lump in Ali's throat made it hard to breathe but she nodded, "yeah, you're right, it is what's best. I don't know what I was thinking-,"

"Don't do that, it's not your fault. I get it, we had a whole life before this, and you remember it, I wish I did, but I don't, and if our feelings are going to genuine and real, it's needs to happen naturally."

"Yeah, I know."

"And maybe it'll be easier once we don't have to worry about looking over our shoulders every minute?"

Ali nodded again, too empty to say anything right now.

"So...," Em said again, "how about I'll forget everything you said about us and you can fill me in on how we're going to find Charles and stop him."

Ali nodded, "it's for the best." But she didn't mean to say it out loud; it was more for her to hear than a response to Emily.

"Ali?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you should hold on to this."

Ali looked up and saw as Em reached into her jacket and pull a small gold bracelet from her pocket.

Ali held her hand out and when she realized what it was, it immediately felt ice cold and heavy in her hand.

That was the last blow, she couldn't handle anything else. It hurt her chest each time her heart beat and she went numb. She looked down dumbly and was surprised when she didn't cry.

Em reached across and closed her hand into a fist around Ali's so that Ali closed her hand over the bracelet she had given her on their anniversary. Her necklace around her neck seemed to feel heavy and cold on her chest and she felt like her neck would break if she kept it on.

Emily couldn't tell that Ali was hurting so she pushed on, "maybe one day, you can give it back to me?"

Ali wished she could hold on to that hope but she knew what they said about hope.

But she almost laughed at the phrase that Em used...the same one they used all the time.

"Yeah, maybe...one day," she said it without conviction, without emotion.

This was for the best. But only one of them truly believed that.

The other one was completely broken.

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Ali sat alone at the corner of a counter, her head leaning against the wall beside her. She gulped the brown drink down and shook her head, it burned, but it was bearable. Slamming the little glass down she waved at the older man across the counter.

"Bring me another one!" She shouted and a fit of hiccups bubbled in her chest, almost throwing her from her stool.

The man came over and tilted his head, "I think you've had enough miss."

Ali shook her head and in a clumsy scramble pulled the fake ID from her purse, "but look," she pointed at the little care, "I'm-I'm twennnnnyone," she slurred almost incoherently, laughing when she hiccupped again.

"I get that, but it's late and I think you should go home."

Ali made a grumpy face and mocked the man in front of her, "Hi, I'm Mr. Grumpylumps and I say you can't drink anymore." She waggled her finger and shook her head.

"Miss, I'm gonna call you a cab, do you know where you live?"

Ali shrugged, "doesn't matter, she doesn't love me."

The man sighed and dropped the phone back in it's place.

"You having lady problems?"

"Yup," Ali sighed dramatically.

The man slid Ali one more drink, the last one he would serve her, over and leaned into the counter. "Last one, then you should really go home."

"Can't. Emily is my home, shhh-she doesn't want me." Ali poked her chest, not knowing how hard she did until she winced, "that hurt."

"Okay, then can I call you a friend to get you?"

"Can't, they're gone." Ali frowned and looked confused, "I don't know where they are."

The man was sympathetic but he was losing patience, it was 1 in the morning and there were only two more people in the bar.

"Can't go home, now it's my turn."

The man put the phone down after checking Ali's ID for an address and calling a cab service and decided to keep the young blonde company until it arrived.

"Your turn? For what?"

"Shhh," Ali looked around and crouched her head down, "lemme tell you."

The man shrugged and thought what the hell, "alright."

"Now, I have to be the one love her when she doesn't love me back." Ali crinkled her nose like she smelled something foul, probably her own breath bouncing off the man in front of her.

"I'm sorry dear, love is like that."

Ali shook her head and looked forlornly at the empty shot glass, "love hurts," Ali rubbed her chest and in the little hiccups that shook her body, she let a silent tear fall, "it shouldn't," Ali looked up, looking for a response.

"Well, if it didn't, we wouldn't feel it so much and know that there was something better."

Ali pouted, "I want the old Em back, at least she loved me then."

"Listen kid, I don't know what this is all is, if it's real or you're just really drunk, but let me tell you something."

Ali leaned forward excitedly and awaited the man's secret.

"Is she worth fighting for?"

Ali held her fist up.

"No, not like that."

Ali dropped her hand, "oh."

The bartender poked gently at a spot above Ali's heart.

"You want me to fight myself?"

"No, with this."

The man grabbed Ali's hand and placed it above her chest.

"Oh," Ali smiled and starting knocking on her chest in time with her heart beats, "I have to love fight for, with this."

"Yeah, that's right."

Ali burped and stuck her tongue out in disgust, "you're smart for an old man."

The man scoffed and let the comment slide, "and you're-"

"Finally going home." Another man, came in the bar and stood beside Alison holding his arm out to prevent the drunken blonde from falling back.

"Who are you?"

"You can cancel that cab."

"Wait, you can't just take her." The bartender looked at the two people and he made a connection of who they were based on their looks.

"Yes I can, after all, I'm her brother."

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AN: don't hate me, the "break up" was necessary and you won't see why until further along the road. Stick around and there's a 99.999% chance I won't disappoint you. (I hope) Oh and what do ya say, a cliffhanger...dun dun dun. Leave your comments, I'm sure I'll be getting a bunch...

Lina