Lay with me and I shall Break
Fandom: Pretty Little Liars Pairing: Paily Rating: G af Summary: I wrote this little drabble a million years ago. I think itâs set after season 3? Idk. Paige and Emily are dealing with PTSD nightmares after the kidnapping. The only solace that they find is in each others arms. Fuffy af. Enjoy! đ
Breathe in⌠breathe out. She feels the rhythm, the rise and fall of her chest as the long haired figure sleeps peacefully wrapped up in her arms. Her back molding snuggly into her chest. Legs tied together in delicate knots. Hands laced like fine embroidery. Sheâs here, breathing calmly in⌠and out. The hypnotizing sound of it all has Emily dozing in⌠and out of consciousness. Waking brifely to shush her belovedâs terrors as she shakes and cries in her sleep.
It wasnât suppose to be like this.
After the incident. The being beaten, tied up, gagged, and eventually locked in Lyndons closted for 12hrs (and brief questioning at the scene), Paige was finally taken to the hospital. But once she arrived, her anxiety spiked to an all time high. The police and the doctors kept repeating over and over again that she was okay now but she wasnât. She still hadnât touched Emily and the need only grew stronger with each passing minute. It got worst once her parents told her the other girl was in the same hospital she was. They wouldnât let her leave her room so she paced around the small area like a tiger trapped in a cage.
Thatâs how Emily found her. Tears streaked down her face as she was yelling loudly,âLET ME SEE MY GIRLFRIEND!â They were moments from sedating her when the luscious brown haired girl ran in to calm the distraught Paige with her embrace. Placing soft lips on her own dried, chapped ones to ease her panicked mind. It worked. Thankfully, her parents allowed Emily to stay with her until she was finally asleep. Â
It wasnât suppose to be like this.
The constant rollercoasting nightmare. This isnât the life Emily wanted for her and yet⌠here she sleeps. Some nights feel like forever plus forever. While others⌠others she just lays awake as Paige sobs in her arms. She becomes grateful for the nights when her body lies dead to the world. During those times, she whispers a question upon bare skin.
Always the same one. How long can I keep you?
Itâs those same lips that quiet her cries. A mouse kiss to apex of her neck always does the trick. Paige once told Emily that her kiss always brought her back to life. It would almost sound silly if she hadnât said it with such sincerity. But if she really knew Emilyâs power. Knew who she was. What she possesses. The Kiss of Death. That must be it, right? You kiss someone, let your love for them fill you up⌠and then⌠they die. Youâd think nothing of it the first time it happens. The second time is merely a cruel coincidense. But a third time? Granted, Emily didnât love Nate-Lyndon but when her lips touched  his, she felt Maya. In those brief seconds she felt her there. Felt her love but it didnât last. His lips werenât as soft or as incasing as Mayaâs was. Lyndonâs kisses felt raw and desperate. She kept trying get the taste of Maya back but like always⌠she was gone and all that was left was⌠him. There was no spark. No butterflies. No desire for more. His kisses were like all the boys you had kissed before. All force and no emotion.
They werenât Mayaâs kisses. And definitely werenât Paigeâs.
Sweet Paige who had been so understanding and look how she repays her. By kissing someone else. By going away with them and also getting herself and Paige almost killed.
It wasnât suppose to be like this.
When the nightmares would take over and leaving one of you tense and fighting in their dreams. Scared unconcious words are whispered as stress etches itself across their brow.
Desperate pleas of âPlease donât hurt herâŚâ
Once still arms are now tense and jerk intermittenly.Theyâre in too deep. Too deep in their mindâs endlessly cavern of dreadful thoughts. When itâs her turn. When sheâs burrowed into Paigeâs arm cradling the person she loves close to her. In those moments she feels so safe, yet so alone. In her dreams. In her imagintive mind, sheâs running through the forest again. Her lungs burn from fatigue and that searing, sour taste of bile coats her mouth. Sheâs running for her life again. Always again. It never ends. Just one false move and everything is⌠Over.
It wasnât supposed to be like this.
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