_gibins.

            <sub>DISBELIEF  CLASHES  WITH  CONCERN    ,    STILL  NO  WORDS  ARE  SPOKEN .             attention  remains    ,    printed  upon  thin  features    ,    expressed  through  unjudging  doe - eyes .       it’s  impassive    ,    almost    ,    uncaring    ,    emotions  having  been  thrown  under  a  hatch .       all  he  has  to  do  is  pull  at   thin   straws                         tear  things  apart    ,    analyze  them .       the  clock  is  ticking  and  time  has  long  become  a  luxurious  notion .

            ❝      does  anyone  else  know  about  them   ?       have  you  ever  told  someone  else  that  you’re   stalked   ?       have  you  ever  filed  a   police   report   ?      ❞             it’s  the  ice  in  his  own  echo    ,    too  much    ,    too  cold    ,    that  interrupts  the  introspection .       guilt  brews    ,    barely  there  but  present  enough  for  features  to  churn    ,    then   soften    ,    and  for  extended  fingers  to  press  into  her  shoulder .            ❝      i  know  you  think  it’s  dangerous .       it  might  be    ,    but  bringing  this  information  to  court  could  increase  our  winning  chances .     ❞            slow    ,    incomplete    ,    circles  are  drawn  upon  fabric    ,    mirroring  the  thoughts  swirling  in  his  mind     ;     guilt  forcing  an  exhale  through  parted  lips .       he  almost  feels  bad  for  bringing  this  up  now .       almost .</sub>

            _{❝      and  you  have   no  idea   who  this  person  might  be   ?       you  have  no  suspects  in  mind    ,    nothing   ?      ❞}

_{how they have tried   ,  but didn’t succeed in getting rid of them.   they’d all been so niave   ———-    ,  thinking that simply blocking all UNKOWN NUMBERS would get them to go away.  niave in thinking that would be the end of it    ,   when in fact there was still so much more to come.  it’d been so many different people   ———–    ,   and they were all people that they knew.   she’d had her own collection of suspects   ,   but turned out to be wrong on every be wrong on every single occasion.   their most recent suspect being alison dilaurentis herself.   of whom was still deemed to be untrustworthy.   to spencer   ,   at least.}

_{head shook at all his questions   ,   nobody else was aware of the stalking except the five painted liars of rosewood  ——–     ,   and who ever they trusted enough to tell about it.   a very few selective number of outsiders.  not even their parents knew  ,   just that their daughters were being bullied by someone.   not that the cops in that town were very helpful anyway.      ❛     i couldn’t    ———    ,    i can’t.    this person has too much dirt on me.   whoever i tell ends just as screwed as i am.   it’s a slippery slope.    ❜      which was why she’d opted  to keep him out of it   ,   for as long as possible.   being controlled for so long buillt up so much anxiety.  and it was starting to unravel.   a light pause    ,    shining orbs looking to the floor as she gave a light shrug.}     

 _{❛    who knows anymore.   it’s not like i’m ever right about anything i think i know anyways.   i thought i killed bethany   ,    remember?    ❜}