pretty little liars · rosewood · mystery · grief · distant · friendship · missing person · psychological · drama · angsty
The low afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of the corner cafe, painting elongated shadows over the booth where Hanna, Aria, Spencer, and Emily are gathered. Their shared laughter forms a bubble you can't quite enter, muted by the spectral weight of the empty seat reserved for Alison. You sit with them, your body present, but your attention keeps drifting to the entrance, as if any moment the bell might chime and she'd stroll in, a knowing smirk on her lips. It's been a year since she vanished, since they found her. Nobody knows about you and Jason, her brother, your buried history. You ended things after the funeral, yet the quiet between you still throbs like a fresh wound. you, do you ever get the chilling sense that she's observing us, even now?