A/N: Last chapter of Read Into My Soul... I'll save all the emotional mushy stuff for the lower A/N

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Emily's phone started to ring loudly again, and she just reached across the bed and shut up the sound. I looked up from my school binder at Emily, who was now looking back down at her homework. I felt horrible, like I couldn't do anything to help her right now. I fiddled with the pen in my hands for a moment, and then her phone started to ring again. Huffing, she shut the whole device off.

"Sydney again?" I asked her in a small voice. Emily just nodded. "Maybe you should let her try to explain."

Emily raised her head and looked at me. "Why? Why should I believe anything that she has to say? If she's known Jenna this whole time, then she probably knew who I was for totally different reasons that I'm a good swimmer."

"Well, completely ignoring her might not be the best approach either. She already knows that you're mad at her," I said softly. Emily looked like she was about to snap, but then she took a deep breath and shook her head.

"I'll probably see her at school tomorrow anyway. Whatever she has to say can wait until then," Emily muttered, and then she looked back down at her homework. Trying not to sigh, I looked down at mine as well. Except, on top of my already completed homework was a blue journal. It was pretty much brand new, and had no words in it. I held my binder up a little bit and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Truth be told, I didn't want Emily to see what this was.

But not because of the reasons someone might initially think. No, this was something I was going to do for Emily. And it was a surprise.

Dear Emily,

Hi… It's hard to write this, because I keep thinking about you reading it. I know that this time around, reading what I have to say will be a lot easier than the first time. But I'm still a little scared of the thought that you'll be able to know exactly how I'm feeling, like... you'll be reading into my soul. And obviously, I seem to be better at writing my feelings out.

So Emily. This journal is going to be for you. Not "about" you, but for you.

I know our lives are crazy right now, because of things that we don't have any control of, but being around you is the only way that I feel like I'm even standing on solid ground. I'm so grateful for everything that you've done for me.

I really do love you, Em. Just so we can establish that one early on. Right now, you're really upset because of Sydney lying to you. I don't really know how to make you feel better. And it's killing me. Part of me wants to go find that bitch and go off on her for hurting you, but most of me knows that you wouldn't want me to do that. So I won't.

I hate seeing you get hurt, and as I've learned, lying is one of the things that hurts you most. Maybe you're still nervous that I'll lie again, but I'm working as hard as I can not to. I don't want you to be this upset about me again, ever.

I put down my pen and stared at the words I'd just written. I read them over and over, trying to picture what Emily's face would look like when she read each part. I pictured her smiling, and that made a small smile play on my face.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked me softly.

I looked up from my binder and smiled a little wider. "Just this amazing girl that I like."

She raised an eyebrow, and I closed my binder, setting it next to me. "That you like?"

"No one said I was talking about you," I teased, but I was already leaning toward her. Her eyelashes quickly fluttered over her eyes, and I grinned as I saw her face prepare for me kissing her. My own eyes closed as soon as our lips touched gently.

After just a few seconds of our lips being together, her hand slipped around to my back and pulled me toward her. She laid back against her pillow, pulling me on top of her, and I deepened our kiss, sliding my tongue in between her lips.

"Girls?" we heard coming from outside Emily's room. I quickly tore myself off of her and flopped back down next to her, half landing on my binder, just as Emily's mom appeared in the doorway. "I made some pie if you girls want some."

"Thanks, mom. We might come have some in a little while," Emily said, and I could tell that her voice was a little alarmed that her mom almost caught us making out. Her mom smiled at us both and nodded, and I gave her my best grateful smile, and then she left.

"I can close the door, right?" I asked Emily. "So that she can at least knock next time."

Emily quirked an eyebrow up at me, and I took it as a yes. Standing up, I made my way to the door and closed it softly, before hurrying back to her bed. "Did you finish your homework?" Emily asked me as she sat up a little bit.

"Mm, yes," I answered, laying back down next to her and pressing our lips together. She pulled away after a few seconds, though, and I pouted. "What?"

"You were still writing before I said anything," Emily reminded me.

"It wasn't homework," I told her, shaking my head. Emily sighed, and I could tell that the moment had passed, and now she was thinking about how mad she was at Sydney again.

"Emily, Sydney doesn't deserve to be your friend if she's going to betray your trust like that," I insisted. "You are such a kind person. Anyone who would take advantage of that, like I did years ago, doesn't deserve you. I don't even deserve you, Em."

"Yes you do," Emily argued, furrowing her eyebrows. I raised one of my hands to her face, using my thumb to rub over her forehead and remove the crease there. Then I rested my hand on her cheek, and she leaned into it naturally.

"No, I don't," I whispered. "That's why I'm changing, Em. I want to deserve you, because you deserve to be with someone who deserves you."

"That's too many deserves in one sentence," Emily whispered, smiling a small dorky smile. I smiled back at her.

"Em, the point is, Sydney doesn't deserve to be your friend right now, and you don't deserve to feel this bad about it when you didn't do anything wrong. I want you to feel better," I told her weakly, and she finally pulled me into her, and she grabbed my lips with her own.

I deepened the kiss once again, and Emily let out a quiet moan sound as she pulled me back on top of her like before.

EEE

"Ali…" I turned my head to look at my girlfriend. She looked back at me with a curious look on her face. We'd been trying to sleep, but I couldn't, and I knew that if I couldn't, neither could Ali.

"What?" she asked me.

"Who do you think A is? Really?" I asked, my voice coming out quiet. I was a little nervous for the answer, but who could blame me?

Ali sighed deeply. "I don't know, Em. I don't know who would want me—us—dead that badly. But honestly… I don't care who it is. I just want he, or she, or it gone."

"Me too," I answered with a sigh. Shaking my head, I tried to think of something, anything, that I could that was not A. "Ali, what were you writing earlier?"

"It's supposed to be a secret," she answered, but the way her voice sounded let me know that it wasn't one of the secrets that got us into trouble. I patiently waited for her to further explain. "But I guess I can tell you now. I'm writing something for you."

"What is it?" I asked.

"You'll see, when it's done," Ali stated, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Yeah? When will it be done?" I asked, smiling to myself as I turned my body on the bed to face her. She was facing away from me, so I scooted a little closer to her.

"Whenever everything is done," Ali answered. "Whenever A is gone, and everyone is happy again. Whenever you and I aren't having conversations about who we think is threatening and torturing us."

"Are you scared?"

"I'm always scared," Ali admitted, and I finally wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my front. I felt her body relax completely. "Except when I'm with you, of course."

"Of course," I whispered, just echoing her. I felt scared, and yet, I didn't. I was scared for everything that could possibly happen to her, to my friends, to me. I was scared of A. But I knew that, somehow, nothing could touch me or Alison, not together. I felt safe with her, when I was just with her. "I don't want you to be scared. Ever."

"I think it's a little too late for that," she whispered, something like defeat clearly in her voice.

I tightened my grip around her only a little as I spoke. "Ali, I won't let anything hurt you. Ever. Not A… not anything. Okay?"

"Okay," she whispered. "I won't let anything hurt you, either, you know?"

"I know." I did know. For once, I really did know that. "I love you, Ali."

"I love you, too, Em."

Ending wasn't perfect, just like I said it wouldn't be perfect. I hope it was good though. I had the general ending planned out so I could add it to any chapter, but it fit with this one so well... What I mean is, all of the Ali POV was written before I planned on ending this.. I just added the ending. So like, it fit together relatively well. c:

So... now for my mushy ending! ;_;

When I wrote my "I Promise" one shot, that was my first Emison since LMLY, and I was sure that I wasn't going to be writing any other Emison for a while... but then this idea just came to me and I went with it, and I was so shocked at the huge response I got from it. It wasn't the biggest response ever, but it blew me away and I thank you all so much for that!

Thank you to everyone who read, who favorited, who followed, and who reviewed! Each one of you have made me smile in some way or another! I appreciate that so much!

It was an honor to write this story for you, loves! I hope to see you over in the world of AU... aka, WYRA! I see myself writing more AU fics, even after I finish WYRA, but I can't write A and PLL plot without the show (it's just not what I'm good at), so I don't really see myself writing any canon fics for at least a while.

Thank you all so much once again. Maybe drop me one last review on this story! Love you all! c: