Author's Note: I did not expect to like this one as much as I do. It's actually kind of decent. And I love the dance scene (you'll see). My condolences to MilaMizz if I didn't use proper dance terminology.

And by the way, this one is five pages on word, AND I could've been home like an hour ago, but nope, I wanted to write this FOR YOU GUYS. I expect a thank you, please :)

Day One-Hundred Thirty-Eight: Goodbye by Miley Cyrus

Today was her wedding day, which was supposed to be one of the happiest days of a person's life.

But she couldn't help but feel this sensation of…doom. Disaster. Trouble.

Death.

And she'd been thinking of him ever since she woke up. Not her future husband. Her ex-boyfriend. She didn't turn to that photo she had on her nightstand of her with her fiancé; she dug into her nightstand for that old photograph—tattered and torn at the edges—of him.

She remembered when they took that photograph. He was still in his graduation cap; it was right after college graduation. He'd long abandoned the gown. It was unbelievably hot that day and the keynote speaker had the most unnecessarily long and irrelevant speech. Spencer was about dead by the time the speech was over. She could only imagine how hot it was for him, considering how sweaty she was and she was wearing a sleeveless dress.

She smiled with a little hint of melancholy and yearning. As much as those memories hurt coming back…she didn't mind.

She was the first person to greet Toby after he had gotten his college degree.

"Whoa. I'm a little sweaty," he warned.

She scoffed. "More like very sweaty. And do you think I really care?" she inquired. Spencer tilted her head up slightly to kiss him. "This is my first time kissing you since you've graduated college."

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, God, Spencer. Are you going to continuously refer to my degree for the next six months."

She nodded. "I will until I get my degree. And then we'll both be even," she teased.

"Come here, you." He pulled her in for another quick kiss.

He always gave the best kisses. His lips left hers numb.

Even just thinking about it, she got that same numb feeling, like he was still there, kissing her.

Spencer took a deep breath before turning to see her reflection. She was wearing a beautiful ivory mermaid wedding gown. It was somewhat simple with a pretty tulle skirt. But even with all that makeup and her hair done beautifully, she didn't feel special. This day didn't feel special.

Pandora was playing softly in the background; her sister thought some music would soothe Spencer.

But then that song came on.

Tchaikovsky's 'Waltz of the Snowflakes' came on. Within the first few measures, she recognized it. She started to get choked up.

"Mrs. Hastings? Melissa? Can we get a moment with Spencer alone?" Aria inquired as soon as she noticed Spencer getting bent out of shape.

As soon as Mrs. Hastings and Melissa were out of the room, the girls turned to Spencer.

"What's wrong?" Emily inquired.

Hanna knew, though. She could read it all over Spencer's face. "Turn off the music," she instructed.

"Was this…your song?" Aria asked.

Spencer nodded. Hanna furrowed her eyebrows. "How did some song by a composer who died like a billion years ago end up as your song?"

Spencer was standing in the huge ballroom, all alone. Someone took note of her, anyway.

Tchaikovsky's 'Waltz of the Snowflakes' was playing in the background. Though, half of the people in attendance were probably too drunk or too dumb to notice. Hey, just because they got into UPenn didn't mean it was on sole account of their IQ. Then again, the drunk ones were probably also the dumb ones.

Then again, she didn't know how many nineteen year-olds knew the works of Tchaikovsky, Handel, and Bach.

"Do you like this song, too?"

She looked over to a pair of sparkling blue eyes. They were staring right at her.

She smiled. "I don't know many other people who recognize this piece, but yes, I like it," she answered. "Is it that obvious?"

He shook his head. "No, sometimes you just get lucky."

Even though classical music was playing, people's chatter was still very loud.

"Do you want to go outside?" he asked.

She nodded. It was beautiful outside. It was a little cold. Hardly anyone was outside. It was nice that way.

"This will sound cheesy, but do you like to dance?" he inquired.

She shrugged. "I was in ballet classes for a few years. Like six, I think."

"Okay, so before you do a pirouette and soute and whatever else in circles around me, I'm warning you that I've never really danced before," he warned.

She raised an eyebrow. "And you still gave me two ballet terms. Interesting," she teased.

He sighed. "Well, my mom loved ballet. She brought me to the ballet a couple of times. She used to be a dance teacher. She loved it."

"And that would explain why you recognized Tchaikovsky. Did you see The Nutcracker?"

"And Swan Lake. Tchaikovsky was her favorite," he explained.

"He's mine, too," she replied.

After a moment of silence, he held out his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

She laughed. "There's no music."

He shrugged. "So you're telling me that you can't sing?" he inquired. "You look like the sort of girl who can do anything."

She took that as a challenge and grabbed his hand.

Spencer wiped a small tear away. She reached for her bag. "Emily, I need my phone."

Emily handed it to her. "Here."

Spencer picked up the phone and automatically dialed his number. Her thumb hesitated over the "call" button. Then, she turned the phone off. It was a waste of time; he wouldn't answer.

Spencer sighed before pulling forward her veil. "Time to get married, I guess."

She secretly prayed the whole time the doors were closed. She didn't believe in God, but she prayed for a miracle. She wanted so much to forget everything bad that ever happened between them. She didn't want any of this anymore.

"Is Spencer here?"

No, she was hallucinating.

She turned her head.

No, she wasn't hallucinating.

She saw him.

But before she could get a word out, the doors opened before her. She had to do this. She signed her fate when she said yes and took the ring. It wasn't fair, but it wasn't fair for her to do this at the last second, either.

She walked numbly up the aisle. She was pretty sure she wasn't even smiling. She was pretty sure the groom wasn't smiling at her, either.

"Spencer, wait!"

She froze. This couldn't really be happening. This was too good to be true. Hardly anyone ever interrupted a wedding except for in those dumb movies.

She hesitated, but she turned around anyway.

He looked so sad.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"You look really beautiful," he commented. She waited for more. "I made a big mistake in ever letting you go."

She was so surprised to hear that. Well, to be fair, she was more surprised that he let her walk away without a fight. She was bluffing. But sometimes, when you bluff, your pride gets in the way. Her stupid pride screwed everything up.

"I don't want to let that mistake happen. I can't. I think about you all the time. I never thought you'd really go through with it and…well…here you are."

She bit her lip in nervousness. She wondered what everyone was thinking. She didn't care. She just wondered.

If this went as she was hoping it would, her parents would disown her…forever. And probably burn every photo of her in the house. That was certain.

"I thought it would get easier. But it didn't. It's been six months and I still remember everything about you, and I mean everything. I remember exactly how you like your coffee and what you order at your favorite bakery and…everything, Spencer. And even though Andrew's a nice guy, I don't think he'll ever know you like that. I don't think he'll ever love you the way I do."

She looked over at Andrew. It was clear that he wouldn't. He was staring at someone else on his side.

This was a marriage of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less. Well, less convenient for her, at least.

"I still love you," he insisted.

She nodded. "I still love you, too," she admitted hesitantly.

She knew Hanna, Emily, and Aria were smiling for her. At the end of the day, they were the only three people she needed.

They were the only three people she needed besides him.

tobyequalshottness: Nope, it'll probably be like one Spoby scene and like half the episode will be Ezria (sorry if you're an Ezrian) and the rest will be the PLL's doing something dumb (like letting Ali get away with all the shite she's been doing js). Honestly, I've never been in that situation so idk how good my advice will be, but remind him or her (though I'm guessing a girl?) that they're beautiful and that they're better than that. And it gets better. Don't forget that. It definitely gets better. I promise. You just have to find a reason to make it better.

AL3110:Most of my friends I've been seeing lately are short like me so idk how I'll handle you. YOU'D BETTER NOT WEAR ANYTHING LIKE HEELS AROUND ME. No. Yes, I'll work on it tonight. I think I'm taking your advice and adding some school drama. Thanks for the pep talk :)

Addictedtospoby: Aww, thank you, love! Can I call you that? Or is that on the words that you're not fond of? Ugh, and they changed my work from being grammatically correct to being incorrect. Like the last "chapter" said "I think your right" (eww, cringing at the wrong your/you're) when I CLEARLY wrote "I think you're right." At least plagiarize it correctly, please! I've already reported it like ten times and so did Audrey, and nada.

MilaMizz:Clearly, I'm not my biggest fan. Ugh, it makes me cringe so much! So does their/there/they're, but not as much as your/you're, because I think that one is a little more obvious and a much more common mistake. I watch EVERYTHING on demand. I have a serious problem with reality TV. Is there a rehab for that? I need it.

The next one-shot will be Without You by Lea Michele. I mean, I know it's not really by her, but I just love her ballad version. So pretty.

I'm going bowling with my cousins tomorrow. This might be cocky, but...I think I'm going to win. last time, I bowled a strike and like 137...out of two games. But no bumpers. That's good, right? I think? For someone who doesn't really bowl? Yeah? -Kayson