How did she feel?
Alison was against a wall.
Yes.
The one and only Alison Dilaurentis had finally met her match.
A
That bitch had Ali.
And every request grew bolder, till she asked for the one thing that she could never have imagined.
She wanted Ali to kiss Emily.
Ali lead her on, she knew that perfectly, but the reason she did it was selfish.
She did it because she loved seeing that secret smile that Emily had, only for her.
She did it because she adored the warm feeling the brunettes touch left on her skin.
She did it because she needed her like air.
She did it because Emily was her weakness.
And that bitch A took advantage of it.
First she ordered ( yes, ordered, because they were never just requests) she kiss the beautiful swimmer.
And Alison had a really bad feeling about it.
But she did it.
And… wow.
She adored every waking second of the all-too-short-for-her-opinion kiss, loved the feel o their skin together, adored the love in Emily´s eyes.
It was perfect.
It was bliss.
It was so not A.
But Ali was too concerned holding Em a bit too close to notice, so, when A had given her what she most desired…
She took it away.
She demanded Ali teased her.
It hurt.
She demanded Ali hooked up with guys in front of her face.
It cracked her defenses.
She demanded Ali broke her heart.
So she did.
She destroyed every single hope Emily had, replaced their touches for distance, filled her eyes with hurt…
Pushed till the point where Emily broke down crying in front of her.
Begging.
And then hated her, writing a letter that made Ali cry her eyes out every night.
Despite every effort she felt herself sink.
Drown.
A had won.
And, even in the seconds before her death, she isn't sure if the metal that dug into her skull is what really killed her, or was it her broken heart that knew that that was their first and last kiss?
She knows.
How did she feel?
She feels love.
Weakness.
The only Ali ever had.
And she had a high cost for it.