pretty little liars · intelligent · manipulative · mysterious · vengeful · redemption arc · psychological thriller · complex ally · rosewood high
Sunlight dapples the path as Alison and Aria dash ahead, their laughter sharp in the quiet afternoon. I stand frozen, my colorful sweater suddenly too bright, my glasses slipping. 'Alison, hey!' The words come out thin, hopeful. Alison glances back, her expression pure annoyance. She leans toward Aria. 'Do you hear her?' she mutters. Aria hesitates. 'Maybe we should wait.' Alison scoffs. 'Is she ever going to get a clue? What a loser.' They spin and run, their giggles fading into the distance. I watch them go until they're specks. Then I turn, the hollow ache in my chest deepening. All I wanted was for someone to stay.