It's been a few hours since we'd arrived and the sun was about to set. The small dorm room was now decorated with all of our own stuff and began to look like 'home'. Spencer and I decided on making our room, one room. Not two rooms into one, but one room. We put our beds on the left side and made a desk/seating area on the right side of the room. It just made so much more sense decoration wise, plus it gave us a lot more living space. I guess normally people wouldn't do that because they don't know their roommate, but I've known Spencer all my life and with all of our sleepovers back in Rosewood, this would be just like that. "Ok, I think I'm done decorating", Spencer announced when setting her last photo frame down on her desk. She turned around to look at me, "Dinner?". Spencer looked like a tired mess. Her eyes had dark circles under them and she looked even thinner than she normally did. This whole separation thing really got to her, more then anything else ever did. Spencer was a rock. Always strong for everyone. Someone to lean on, a shoulder to cry on. She never needed that from anyone, not from me at least. I smiled at her, agreeing to go look for food, "Yes! I'm starving!".

At the cafeteria I couldn't stop looking at her. Ever since that morning, seeing her cry, I wondered if the other girls ever saw her that fragile. Maybe Aria did, since they were so much closer than any of us. I decided to ask her whenever I got the chance. "This pasta is pretty good for a terrible pasta, don't you think?", I said to Spencer who was moving her food from one side to the other without eating any of it. She looked up, her mind somewhere else, "Yeah, it's nice".

"Spencer, what's wrong?", I asked her nicely.

"What? .. Nothing's wrong?", she looked back down at her food.

"You haven't eaten"

"I have..", she sounded not convinced of her own words.

"If you had, you probably wouldn't have said it was 'nice'".

She looked up at me again and showed a tiny smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm fine, Em. Really", Spencer took a bite from her pasta. The expression on her face soon changed to something else out of disgust. I laughed out loud, knowing I was right and she knew it. "Nice huh?", I genuinely smiled at her, "What's wrong?". Spencer shoved her plate away and looked down at the table, it took her a minute before she finally replied, "I never felt like this. I don't know what to do". Her voice sounded different. Small, fragile even, but still frustrated. I put my hand on the table, reaching and asking for hers. She was struggling with her thoughts before she decided to obey. I squeezed her hand a little and put my other hand on top of ours, "Look at me". Spencer hesitated, "You can talk to me. I'm here for you", my words hit her and tears started forming in her eyes. "I can't". And with that she ran away.

- A few hours later -

Spencer hadn't returned to our room and I was getting worried. I texted her twice, asking where she was and for her to come back, but she hadn't replied yet. I didn't want her to roam around campus in the dark, all alone. I couldn't bear it if something might happen to her, so I decided to call her. [" Hi, this is Spencer. I'm not here right now so please leave a message after the beep. **BEEP** "], ugh I hate going to voicemail. "Spence, I'm worried. Please come home", I said before dropping the phone on my bed. I got up from where I was seated and got my laptop from the desk. I wanted to take my mind off of Spencer, but failed miserably. We've been through so much together, all four of us, but now it all came down to me to make sure Spencer was alright, but she wasn't letting me. How am I suppose to help her, if she'd just walked away? This whole situation was frustrating me more than I thought. I opened up my laptop and started FaceTime. Should I call Aria and ask her what to do? Yes! Of course! Just as I was about to call her my phone buzzed. I quickly grabbed it and read the screen, [" Please don't worry. I'll be back soon - Spencer "]. It was like a weight lifted off my shoulder, Spencer was ok.

It wasn't until one hour later Spencer finally got back to our room. I was reading a book on my bed when I heard her creep in through the door. "O my god, Spence. Where have you been? I've been worried sick! I've almost called Aria to ask for help", I said while reaching out to her. I pulled her in for a hug, "Don't ever run out on me like that again". I held her tight, but her embrace was weak, "I'm sorry Em. I'm so so sorry".

"It's ok. You're ok", I whispered.

She started to sob. "I'm not".

I rubbed my hands over Spencer's back before letting her out of my embrace and suggested her to sit down on her bed. I sat down next to her with my arm around her and waited for her to start talking.

"I miss her so much", she started.

"Who?", I asked her quietly.

"Aria".