"Alison DiLaurentis." The name sounded bitter rolling off my tongue. Her legacy twisted in my brain and the thoughts of others. The love I held for her so strong, confusing reality and the picture painted of her by the press. Its been 6 months and even after all that time I still hold the note to my chest every night. I still cry every morning when I see the pictures. I still see her angelic face torn up in horror as the hooded figure dragged her away from me. "She died a hero."
Hey guys I am so so so so sorry for my lack of updating. Since the readers have dramatically dropped probably due to my lack of writing, ill be finishing this story up in the next chapter which should be up very soon. ANOTHER APOLOGY!.
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Beautiful Tragic
ФанфикGreat Expectations. I flipped open to the doggy eared page and traced the words. "I loved her against reason, against promise... against peace, against hope, against happiness... against all discouragement that could be." I shut the book and held i...
