Emison not endgame 😒
Note: Because the perfectionists broke them up, I felt like this is how Ali felt for awhile.
The moon was determined not to let the room descend into an abyss of darkness. It’s soft light invaded every crevice, bounced off every surface almost willing the shadows to retreat.
Ali didn’t care. She sat with her back against the opulent diamond tufted chair, the leather squeaked as she sunk lower into its depths. She starred at the contents of her glass, briefly she wondered what glass she was on but didn’t dwell on it long enough to guess an answer. She lifted the glass in a silent salute as she downed the contents. She waited for the searing sensation of the liquid as it made its way to her belly. Nothing.
She was numb. She had been at this for awhile and she knew she was probably way past her limit, but that wasn’t going to stop her. Her mind was still turning and she needed to shut it off but sleep eluded her. The half crumpled paper beneath her glass sat mocking her. She wanted to burn it but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead she had crumpled it up and smoothed it out like a mad woman. She just kept repeating the process, her head telling her the paper needed to be destroyed in order for her to finally be free, but her heart stopping her each time. It had become a game she invented to slowly torture herself.
Well tonight was different. She wasn’t willing to let herself wallow any longer. Emily had moved on, why couldn’t she? She had moved away, started a new life, met new people and still had the empty, lonely feeling. She had tried to start over, but each time something was always missing. So two years later, here she was back in Rosewood, in the house she had shared with Emily and the twins. Here she was haunted by memories of the past and the what could have beens. No one knew that she spent her nights holed up in her study, fighting with herself to be strong enough to move on, only to lose the battle and have to face the day with a cheery face as if she hadn’t a care in the world. No one needed to know. Ali knew she just needed time. She knew that she could do anything she set her mind to, but this was proving to be a lot harder than she expected.
Spencer watched her cousin slowly sink into oblivion. She knew Ali was struggling, but she also knew that Ali didn’t like people helping her, not when she was this vulnerable. Spence had made it a habit of watching Ali, she knew that when the living room light went out it meant that she had went into the study to brood. There were times when Spence wanted to approach her, to try to help her, but she couldn’t even pretend to understand how she was feeling. She always thought that Emily and her were destined to live long and happy lives together after everything they had been through, but obviously destiny had other ideas.
Instead she had watched the two drift apart, at first thinking that it was for the better, but then realizing that it was not going to be that easy.
Ali had arrived not too long ago and Spencer knew something was wrong but she didn’t pry. Instead they fell back into their old routine as if nothing had changed. One night she had thought to invite Ali out for a couple of drinks to blow off some steam. After knocking several times, she figured Ali had gone out. She remembered passing in front of the window and she could see Ali staring off into the moonlight. Spence walked over thinking maybe she didn’t hear her from the front. As she got closer, she could see that Ali was crying. Not wanting to intrude, she had walked away thinking it better to ask her the following day. When asked, Ali had denied anything being wrong and she seemed determined to stick to that story.
Spence shook her head. It had been months and Ali still continued this routine. Every day she would seem fine but at night, Spence would see her return to this torturous pattern. Not knowing what to do, Spence had just taken up watch to make sure that after each binge, Ali would be okay. She figured eventually Ali would push through or open up to her, either way she would be there.















