A/N: Thank you for the reviews, I love each and every one of them as always! They all mean so much so please keep them coming! I actually want to get people's opinion on something – I am considering doing a short story (three to five chapters) on Hanna's pregnancy and the early days with Henry, but I was wondering if anyone would be interested in reading that? Let me know in the reviews!
Disclaimer – I own nothing other than the general plot of this story, but the characters and some of the words from season seven, episode six belong to the creators of Pretty Little Liars.
"I was unable to recognise something that I would come up against time and time again. You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate. So how could I be both...?" - Alice Sebold
Hanna sighed as she followed behind Spencer with Henry resting on her hip, trying to keep up with the brunette's quick pace as she spoke, "Will you just focus on living enemies instead of dead ones please?" She let out a sigh; they had spent the entire walk there from Spencer's house, where Hanna had spent the night just snuggled into Caleb's arms on the couch, talking about the fact that Hanna was convinced she hadn't committed murder after all.
As she rested Henry down on the chair, handing him his colouring book and crayons from his bag before she sat next to him. "What are you talking about?" Aria asked when the two had gotten situated, Hanna rested her hand on top of Henry's head as he sat there with his tongue out in concentration mode as he messily coloured in a picture of a dog. "Hanna thinks that Rollins could still be alive." For a moment, Hanna wondered what an eighteen month old could hear, what they could understand because the things they had discussed around him were things that no child should ever have to know. Her eyes glanced down at him for a second, but he was too engrossed in his colouring to acknowledge any of them.
"The Detective told Ali he saw a photo of Elliott Rollins in a rental car. Last time I checked, ghosts don't show up in photographs." She finally snapped, glaring at Spencer and then at the other two girls as she dared them to challenge her. Spencer's voice lowered and she leaned forward so only the other three would be able to hear, "We were all there that night, Hanna. The man is dead. You killed him and we buried him and now somebody knows so frankly, that's bad enough without having to go all 'Walking Dead'."
Hanna half-expected everyone to take Spencer's side on this but Emily, with those huge, sympathetic eyes that she kept shooting Hanna's way whenever Hanna glanced over at her, "She's right about the traffic cams, Spence, if there's a photo of him-"
Spencer was quick enough to jump in, trying to get them to see the facts instead of getting lost in Hanna's theory that Elliott Rollins was very much alive. "Yeah, that could have easily been manufactured. You find a Rollins look-a-like, and you stick him behind the wheel of a mid-sized sedan. The important thing is that A.D's fake..." She was cut off this time, by a waiter bringing over their coffee and a juice pack for Henry, and she muttered a thank you before they were gone and she could continue, "A.D's fake Rollins trail picks exactly where ours left off."
Aria took her coffee and sat up a little straighter when she mentioned Rollins partner, and Hanna busied herself taking the juice pack and handing it to the boy who finally looked up at his mother and her friends with a huge grin on his face. Despite the way in which he came into the world, Hanna felt her heart swell with an undeniable love every single time she saw that smile; he was beautiful in every single way possible, and she had no idea how she could have gotten so lucky to have such a perfect baby boy. Her eyes were lost in his for just a second as she poured the juice into his bottle and then handed it to him, running her fingers through his blonde hair. "You call that helping?" She scoffed, in response to Aria's comment about Jenna or Mary and what they were doing to make sure the Police didn't discover the fact that Elliott Rollins was indeed, very dead.
"A never does anything for free. Not test scores and definitely not a cover-up." The conversation quickly moved back to Jenna and what her intentions were, and if she was the person that was hell bent on torturing them now that Elliott was dead. Or maybe dead, Hanna corrected herself as she bit down on her bottom lip. She listened to them talk, but she barely paid attention as her son looked up at her with those adoring, trusting eyes, being the only person out of the closest people she knew, not to know all those awful things she had done.
When she heard murmurings, her head snapped up and she frowned when she saw Alison walking into the coffee place with a red jacket on – Hanna scrunched up her nose in confusion, she may not have been there when Caleb had handed over the evidence that would have (maybe) ended in her release from that place if she hadn't gotten out of there by herself. "Is that...?" She whispered, looking between all her friends as their faces paled and they nodded their head; none of them had wanted Ali to find out why Elliott had thought she had murdered Charlotte because they knew how hurt she would be. "Ali, where did you get that jacket?"
There was a look of anger that flashed over her features and the other blonde looked at her jacket and ran her fingers over it before her eyes bore into her friends, although she seemed to avoid Hanna's eyes as though she blamed everyone other than her. Then, Hanna supposed, she was the one person who had not been involved in the decision that had almost ended in Alison's death. "It was a gift from A.D."
The guilt that crossed all of their faces was obvious, but Alison didn't wait around long enough to hear any explanations from them before she stormed right back out of there. Spencer was the first to stand up, and Hanna nodded her head as she watched the brunette run, Emily moved as well but Hanna reached out her hand, "Let Spencer calm her down..."
The brunette was hot on her friends heels as she slammed the door to the Brew and grabbed the blonde. She felt guilty, of course she did but she knew their actions of that night were completely justified – Alison wasn't there, she had no idea what they had been through or the thoughts that had been running through their head when Hanna was gone and they thought Alison had been the reason why. "We had no choice, okay? A.D was going to kill Hanna, they wanted Charlotte's killer and we thought you were guilty!"
"Well you were wrong!"
"I know, I know that but you had already checked yourself into Welby and we all thought that Elliott was gonna be able to protect you." They had been wrong, so wrong, and she hated that they had even thought that in the first place but it had been a crazy twenty-four hours and they were desperate. Alison's response was like a stab to her heart, and she had to take a deep breath as she ran the words through her head, tears in her eyes before she could speak; "No, you thought Hanna's life was worth more than mine."
There was just a moments pause, as she collected her thoughts, "Hey, in case you forgot, Hanna just ran over the guy who really is to blame for all of this. We did everything we could to save you, Ali, just like we did everything we could to save Hanna..." There was that horrifying guilt once again, but this time aimed at the other blonde, the one who was a mother, who had been a victim long before they had arrived in Rosewood for the court case from hell. She wondered if they really had done everything they could to save Hanna, and as she thought about it, her eyes widened and she remembered what had happened a few nights before. She had told Emily what had happened to their friend, she had told her without Hanna's permission and suddenly, she felt as though she was going to be sick. Alison's phone ringing was a welcome distraction until she saw the look on her face and she knew she had to be there for her right then, and not for the terrifying thoughts that were running through her head. The more she thought about what she had said to Emily, the more she realised she was going to lose Hanna if she ever found out that she had broken that promise that had meant so much. Had she really done everything she could to save and protect Hanna? She gulped, and then moved to follow Ali, "I'm coming with you. I don't really care that you're pissed at us, I care that you're safe."
With Spencer and Alison gone, Hanna turned her attention to the other two who looked as though they had seen a ghost. It was the guilt, she knew that but she also knew that they couldn't change what they had done and what they had thought at the time – those twenty-four hours had been long for all of them in varying degrees. "We all should have followed her."
"She just needs some time, Em." Their faces paled, and their eyes widened when their phones alerted them to a new text at the same time and Hanna froze. Her hand hovered over her phone and she took a deep breath, not sure if she even wanted to look before she picked up her phone and saw the name with a relieved sigh, "It's Spencer."
Aria just gave a small nod of her head and she looked down at her own phone, "Oh, we've... we've really gotta stop group texting each other." The other two nodded their heads in agreement, because of the way their hearts dropped and the way they all felt so nauseated when they heard their phones going off at the same time, it was too hard. Sometimes, she seriously missed being alone. "She's going to Ali's house to keep an eye on Mary Drake." Hanna was starting to get tired of the circles they seemed to be going in – Jenna or Mary? Was it any of them?
Emily was the first of them to stand up and Hanna was just glad for the breather – she loved her friends but she was perpetually exhausted with everything that was going on. Plus, Emily kept looking at her in a strange way; as though she wanted to say something but she couldn't. Her mouth kept opening, and her eyes shone with tears, there was a frown on her face but still, she mentioned something about following Jenna and then off she went, giving Hanna the reminder that she still had the burner phone, another bitter reminder that she was carrying around a dead man's phone.
Once Aria was gone, Hanna busied herself, cleaning up Henry and then lifting him up, "Shall we go see Caleb? Maybe he can offer us some form of normality in all of this mess." She muttered against his head, pressing her lips against his hear and then closed her eyes as she just breathed him in. The short moment was disrupted, as everything good was in Rosewood, by the sound of a phone ringing that wasn't hers. Her eyes darted in confusion for just a moment before she remembered the other phone she was carrying around with her, the one Mona had found, "Next time you bury someone, make sure they're dead."
It was the voice that she repeated over and over in her head as her heart thumped uncomfortably – she had no idea why she found herself at Aria's first. Spencer would never believe her, Emily was treating her weirdly, and Caleb had so much to worry about, she had already put him through so much and still, there was this wedge between them that only seemed to be growing every single time she blinked and she got another call or another text from this new person.
And that was how she had found herself in Aria's house, panic stricken as she paced back and forth. She could barely breathe, and Henry, who had picked up on the sudden tension coming from his mother, had just cried himself to sleep moments before. "That voice may have sounded like Rollins but he's dead. He's really, truly dead." Aria was attempting to calm her down, to the point where Hanna was certain she had gone to the wrong person – but would anyone believe her? As far as they could see, she was just a murderer who didn't want to be a murderer. Eve if the man was evil, Hanna had blood on her hands that she couldn't get off and she wanted nothing more than for it to be a huge, horrible mistake.
"Yeah, we thought Ali was dead too, remember? And she survived! I mean, back in the nineteen hundreds they used to buy people alive all the time. They used to find scratch marks inside of the coffins..." Her breathing was heavy, she was going to throw up as she rested her hand on her forehead, trying her best not to burst into tears. He wasn't dead, he couldn't be dead, she didn't want him to be dead. Or did she?
"Hanna, seriously, you gotta stop reading Wikipedia. Jenna or Mary's trying to torment you by using a voice that sounds like his. They probably just want the burner phone back so they can protect their own identity." Aria was desperate for Hanna to believe her but when Hanna finally calmed down enough to stand still, her eyes met with Aria's chocolate coloured ones when the tears finally began to fall, "And what if you're wrong?" She whispered, her voice terrified when the reality truly settled in – at least if he was dead, then he was truly gone but this way, she was back to being scared once again.
Her voice shook and she wrapped her arms around herself, "You know what he did to me and that was before I ran into him with a car." Her eyes glanced over at the sleeping boy who was laying on the couch, his cheeks tear stained and his tiny fist curled around the blanket she had lovingly wrapped around him. His pacifier hung from his open mouth and as she stared him, she was suddenly more scared than she ever had been – she had something to lose that none of the other girls did. "We have to go to the police."
"What? Tell them that you got a call on a phone they don't even know exists. How are you gonna explain that?" The other woman was poking holes in the plans that were forming in her head and it wasn't helping the tension that was running through her body or the way her chest was tightening. She couldn't breathe, the air was warmer, there was something crushing her chest and she was close to bursting into tears, "I saw him. I saw his eyes and he saw mine. He knows it was me."
"Hanna, Elliott is not gonna hurt you anymore. He can't, okay?" Hanna didn't have the time to respond when her friends phone went off and, without glancing at either her or her son, she grabbed her bag and made a run for it. She had to tell the police everything, she had to end it all because she couldn't breathe. She needed to breathe.
Hanna had no idea how much time had passed as she sat on the steps to the police station, earning her some weird stares from the officers who passed her. Aria was quick to find her, holding her son in her arms and Hanna remembered that in her haste to get away from there, and to go to the building she was just sitting outside of, she had left her sleeping son alone with Aria. "Hanna, please tell me you didn't just..." She shook her head and then reached out her arms for the little boy who was awake; his eyes were red and he was clinging onto his blanket before he reached for his mother as his bottom lip trembled. He was emotional because she was and she hated what she was doing to him.
"Don't worry, I didn't go in. I wanted to but I've just been sitting here..." She held Henry close, rubbing his back as she hid her face in his head, just breathing in the perfect little boy who made everything feel a little better. With a sigh, Aria sat down next to her, mumbling something about Spencer believing Mary now and Hanna could only nod her head. If Mary was out of the frame, that left them with person if they were correct in their thinking but somehow, it didn't make her feel any better, "Wow, it's like we never left."
There was a silence between them and Hanna looked over at the teenagers across from them, sitting on the grass as they laughed and joked with each other. There was a small, sad smile on Hanna's face as she just watched them, before she broke the silence that had fallen between the two best friends, "Why couldn't we have been one of those people? I'm not saying their lives are perfect... but I don't need perfect. I'd settle for boring. Functional." There were tears in her eyes as she thought about it – she would give the world and so much more if she could turn back time and make Henry be Caleb's, she wanted their perfect, little family. They should be married, maybe even have another child on the way or plan for the next child, at least. They should be that boring nuclear family that everyone secretly judged behind their backs; that was the life she would have settled for but the life she was never able to have.
Aria just let out a small laugh, "You couldn't be boring even if you tried..." And then she trailed off before she took a deep breath and Hanna looked at her, knowing she had something more to say, "Ezra proposed." Of all the things, Hanna hadn't been expecting that, as her eyes glanced down at Aria's fingers, seeking out the signs of an engagement ring she must have missed before but instead, she found nothing, "You said no?"
"I said I have to think about it. I can't promise Ezra forever when my future could be spent behind bars. We killed someone Hanna, we can't just walk away from that and now A.D knows... Ezra wants a marriage, a wife, not conjugal visits." Hanna knew that was just one of the things that stopped her from being with Caleb – there was so much between them that was stopping her but that was something that played on her mind the most. What kind of relationship would it be if she spent it behind bars?
She wished she could heed her own advice when the words fell from her lips but there were so many differences, "Maybe that's not your decision to make. Maybe it's his." The blonde took a deep breath and watched as Henry fell asleep, his blue eyes closing and a gentle snore starting when his hand curled around the fabric of Hanna's shirt. "Did you tell Caleb?" Aria finally asked her as Hanna bit down on her lip and nodded her head, wiping at the tears that started to fall down her pale face.
"But it's not that easy... I-I was raped, and I'm not looking for sympathy or anything. In fact, I'd rather you say nothing about that because I don't think I'm ready to talk about it. People know now, most of the people I never wanted to know but... I'm still not ready to actually talk about it so please..." She took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she tried to gather the courage to continue speaking, "Caleb and I are different, maybe we're meant to be but maybe we're not but so much has happened. So much I can't even begin to explain..." She trailed off and then moved to grab Aria's hand when she looked up at her, "But you and Ezra, that's a whole different story. Don't let this be how it ends."
Her best friend looked as though she was going to be sick and then her eyes moved to Henry – it was always the thing that Hanna feared the most. Sometimes, she wasn't sure that she cared what people thought of her or even what had happened but she did care about what they thought of Henry. Would they view him differently now they knew who his father was or rather, what his father was? "I just have one question," Aria whispered, as the tears fell down her face, "You didn't cheat on Caleb? You... Henry's father...?" Hanna nodded her head and looked down at her son, "Yeah but... Caleb didn't know. He didn't know until recently so, it's not his fault or anything... he just assumed I guess, everyone just assumed but... Henry is perfect, right? It doesn't matter..."
Aria gave her a small smile and she gulped back the lump in her throat, before she stood up and helped Hanna to stand, "Come on." She said, taking Hanna's hand in her own as they walked, "He's perfect, Hanna." She confirmed, looking down at the little boy who was fast asleep in his mothers arms as they walked away from the station.
It was later that night, Henry was with Caleb and Hanna sat down on the swing with one of her best friends next to her. The blonde took a swig of her beer and gently kicked her legs on the ground to swing, Spencer had been quieter than usual, there was a guilt in her eyes that Hanna wanted to ask about but instead, they seemed to swerve around it. They had just been sitting there, drinking for the past half an hour, making small talk. "I haven't told anyone about this but I had a dream about you... when I was in that place with A.D, I was so tired and so scared... I really wanted to give up. And then suddenly, there you are, you were all smart and preppy and ready to hatch an escape plan."
A tear fell down Spencer's face and she looked away from the blonde, "I really wish I could have been there. I wish I could have helped you." Hanna gave her a small smile and shook her head, "That's what I'm trying to tell you, Spence... you did help me. You and all you taught me over the years."
She stood up to throw her empty beer bottle into the trash can, freezing when Spencer spoke, "I told Emily you were raped." It explained so much but that didn't make Hanna feel any better as she looked down at her shaking hands and tried to take a deep breath. Her world was spinning, she felt as though she was going to throw up, she wanted to be anywhere other than where she was with Spencer right then. The tears fell before she could stop them and she covered her mouth to stop the sob from breaking through. She couldn't think of any words to say, she couldn't contemplate the anger, the fear, the hatred that ran through her body before a phone ringing cut her off and she scrambled towards her bag to grab the burner phone and held it up when she pressed answer, "First you turn her in and then you leave her alone. Stupid bitches."
Those words were the only thing that kept her grounded, stopped her from screaming at Spencer, from sobbing because she had planned how she was going to tell her best friend. She wanted Emily to hear it from her, she needed to make sure she didn't see Henry any differently, she needed to tell her that she didn't want to discuss it, that she just needed her to know and that she was sorry for not informing her sooner. She had it all planned from the moment she had unexpectedly announced it to Aria (who had sobbed for over ten minutes afterwards after making an excuse to go to the bathroom once they had gotten back to her house), because she didn't want Emily to feel as though she had told everyone else but her.
She was angry, but that was what drove her as she quickly dialled Alison's number and waited for her to answer, her hands shaking as she avoided eye contact with Spencer – once the blonde answered, Hanna took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. "Ali, thank god, where are you?" She could hear the confusion in the other woman's voice when she answered them, "Are the police still outside your house?" The panicked conversation continued as Hanna grabbed her bag and pushed past Spencer without so much as a glance in her direction, "No, he as in Elliott Rollins. The same guy who put a muzzle over you and fed you crazy pills. He crawled out of his own damn grave and he's coming for you!" She thrust the phone in Spencer's general direction before she ran to the car and started the engine, contemplating driving off without Spencer for a moment before she sighed.
Whilst her mind was focused on Alison, the drive there was going to be painful unless one of them mentioned the rather obvious elephant in the car. "Why the fuck would you do that to me?" She snapped as she gripped onto the wheel a little tighter, slamming her foot down on the accelerator, "It wasn't your place to tell Emily, you had absolutely no right to tell her."
Spencer's head was in her hands, she was sobbing, she was guilty but Hanna didn't care. She needed the woman to know how she felt right then, she needed her to feel guilty because she was in the wrong. "I-I was drunk and it just came out, I don't even remember why... it just came out and I was so drunk, I hate myself, I hate myself for telling her..." Hanna thought for a moment about all the looks that Emily had been given her, the way she looked as though she wanted to say something but she never did. Her best friend knew she had been raped and she hadn't heard it from her. It was enough to make Hanna pull over right then, making a sharp turn before she quickly opened the car door and jumped out; she was meant to be focusing on Alison and getting to her before she got hurt but instead, she found herself on her knees on the side of the road, vomiting whatever she had eaten that day. The tears fell down her face and she could feel Spencer behind her, just hovering in silence before a hand was on her shoulder and she immediately tensed, "Back off," She whispered, her throat sore, her stomach empty and everything hurt, inside and out.
Once she had collected herself, she remembered where she had been rushing off to and suddenly, there was a guilt of her own that went rushing through her body. She scrambled up, pushing Spencer back when the other woman tried to help her before she got back into the car and, once Spencer was back in the car and the awkward silence ensued once more as she drove quickly towards Alison's house. She had no idea how long it had taken her, but by the time they had arrived at the DiLaurentis household, there were numerous police cars outside and her panic increased. She ran out of the car, barely remembering to turn off the engine, as the two women ran inside the house and called out for their friend.
The tears only fell the moment she saw the blonde and she moved quickly to wrap her arms around her, resting her head on her shoulder as she closed her eyes to the mess that her friend was, and the mess that was in the room. Her hands shook, but she held onto Ali a little tighter in an attempt to cover up what a mess she truly was, as Alison explained what had happened. With each word, Hanna found herself pulling back a little more and she bit down on her lip, finally taking in the room that Ali had just been attacked in - "He's really back, isn't he?"
Despite how much she didn't want to be around Spencer, she knew it was her only option as she found herself walking in the woods, her shaking hand holding up the torch as she kept glancing around her in a panicked haze. She thought she had murdered him, she could finally say goodbye to one monster and she was back to just the one. But now there was two of them again, and she couldn't believe what a mess everything was. What a mess she was. She gulped and looked around when they heard a noise; she had barely spoken a word to Spencer but she had warned her that she just needed to be angry for a little while. She needed to hate her best friend for as long as she possibly could because she had hurt her more than she could have imagined. It felt as though she had stabbed her in the back, she had trusted Spencer with a huge secret and that trust had been broken. But right then, they had something else to focus on. "This is it. This is the spot." Spencer finally announced, her torch shining down on the ground as they both took a deep breath. This was the place they had buried someone but yet, it looked exactly the same as it had done when they had left it.
Hanna wasn't sure how she felt; she was damned if she did and damned if she didn't. If he was dead, then she was relatively safe and she had banished one demon from her memories and was left with just the one person who somehow managed to suffocate her every single night. But if he was dead, then she would be a murderer and how was she meant to live with that? But then, if he was alive, then she was in danger, real danger. He knew she had been the one to hit him with a car, he had seen her eyes, he knew it was her and she wasn't going to be safe if he was alive. If he was alive, then she would have to be looking over her shoulder until he made his move. "I guess he could have crawled out and covered the hole back up."
"Well, there's only one way to know for sure." She nodded her head and dropped the torch to the ground, grabbing the shovel instead as they focused on digging up the body. There was this awkward tension between them, but Hanna knew they had to push it aside for the sake of finding out whether Hanna had blood on her hands or not. "I don't remember digging this much before."
"That's because you didn't... you were in shock." After a pause, the brunette looked up at the other woman as she bit down on her lip, "I don't know, maybe you're right, maybe he's not here..." Hanna was truly starting to believe that until her shovel hit something hard with a thud and her heart thumped against her chest before she dropped down to her knees and started to dig with her hands. And there he was, his pale, very dead face staring up at her and there it was – she was a murderer and there was someone else after them. Hanna had no idea what reality she would have preferred.
The ride back home was in silence, Hanna's hands shook and she just stared out of the window. Neither of them spoke, neither of them even glanced at each other on the entire ride back to Spencer's house – they had just dug up a body and then re-covered it as fast as they possibly could. The way he looked and the way he smelt was something she would never be able to forget; he had been in that grave because of something she had done and she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to move on from that fact.
It seemed as though she, Caleb and Henry had taken over the barn and she felt awful, but Spencer insisted that she was absolutely fine in the house by herself. Her parents were still away and Melissa had gone back to London, but that meant Spencer had a huge house to herself when the barn actually belonged to her. She shook that thought off the moment she opened the door to the place her son and her... Caleb would be waiting for her, smiling when she saw him on the couch as he pretended to read a book. "You're back," He took in the way she looked and then looked behind him at Spencer who looked just as exhausted as the blonde did; she mouthed 'he's really dead' to him before she gave him a sad smile and walked away, leaving the two alone as Hanna quickly wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. She tried not to burst into tears when she felt his arms wrapping tightly around her and his lips pressed to her head. He didn't have to say anything, as he just pulled back and took her hand, leading her towards the bedroom where her sleeping baby boy was waiting for her.
Hanna didn't trust herself to speak, but the tears fell and Caleb helped her get changed into one of his shirts, she didn't want to talk, she didn't want to discuss what was going through her head or how she felt. It was all a jumbled mess and luckily, he wasn't the kind of person who would push her into anything that was going to make her feel uncomfortable, or break her more than she already was. The blonde felt sick, exhausted, she hated herself for murdering someone and she hated herself for still fighting off the person who had attacked her two years ago, and then she hated Spencer for drunkenly announcing to Emily that Hanna had been attacked all those years ago. It had been a hard day, but she was finally letting those walls fall down with Caleb. Slowly, he moved towards the bed with her and she closed her eyes the moment her head hit the pillow. His arms wrapped around her from behind and she rested a pillow on the other side of Henry to make sure he couldn't go anywhere before her hand settled on his little chest and she could feel the way it rose and fell beneath her fingertips. For all the bad things in the world, knowing that she had Caleb and Henry in her life was enough to keep her grounded.
"Hanna?" His voice broke her thoughts and she bit down on her lip, waiting for him to continue, "I love you." He whispered in her ear and gently pressed a kiss to the back of her neck before he snuggled into her a little more. And for the first time, as tears fell down her face, Hanna realised that that stranger from all those years ago could take everything from her and Elliott, or A.D could try and do the same but they couldn't take that. She was loved, and she loved, and nobody could steal that. Not even the people who had tried to break her.
