So I've been meaning to focus on writing my novel, but I've just been having so many ideas for fics that my little hiatus just wasn't working for me. So instead, I bring you a new story! I won't be updating this or probably any of my fics every day so that I can still keep up on the novel I am trying to write, but I will update as often as I can.

Aria's POV

Everything had happened so quickly, and yet at the same time, it seemed like it had been building for a while.

When your boyfriend of over a year tells you it's over, tells you he's leaving you for his ex-girlfriend, you're supposed to be crushed, right? You're supposed to feel broken and empty and sad, and maybe even a little angry, right?

Sure, I loved him, I loved him with everything I had. In fact, I still do love him, and even though he's left me for a life with his high school sweetheart and the son he never knew he had, I know that I will always love Ezra Fitz.

What I don't know is when I stopped being in love with him.

I stared out the window, watching the rain fall, wondering when Ezra stopped being the center of my universe, not that he had ever really had the opportunity to truly be the center of my universe, what with A commanding my attention all the time, but aside from the looming threat of A and everything that followed, he had been.

Spencer's POV

I watched as A fell into the trap we had set, going to meet Emily (once again) to attempt to get something A thought we had.

But why was A getting out of the driver's seat of the truck I had bought for Toby?

My first thought was that A had done something to Toby, so I quickly pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number.

I heard the ringing in my ear, and, moments later, I heard Toby's ringtone.

I looked up in time to hear A groan and answer a cell phone.

"Spence?" I heard Toby answer his phone.

Unfortunately, it was also the same voice traveling through the empty Rosewood streets, the voice coming from A.

I dropped my phone. There was no way. He couldn't be. He was supposed to be the one she could trust.

I could feel the tears threatening to spill over.

I picked up the phone when I heard his voice carry my name through the streets a second time, knowing that it was him standing not thirty feet away from me.

"Toby?" I said softly, making sure my voice didn't carry as his had.

"Spencer are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.

I scoffed quietly at his question. How could he do this to me? To my friends? I had given him everything, and he…

I couldn't bare to finish the thought.

"How can you even ask me that?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, obviously confused.

"Toby," I said again, almost whispering it this time.

"Yeah, Spence?" he said.

"I CAN SEE YOU!" I yelled into the phone, but never taking my eyes off of the hooded figure I was now sure was Toby.

I saw him turn in my direction, phone still held to his ear.

"I can't believe you!" I yelled at him, having moved my cell phone away from my head.

"I thought you loved me!" I yelled, the tears streaming down my face.

I was angry, I was heart-broken, and I knew that there was no way I could ever be with him after this. There was no excuse that he could give her that would make any of this even remotely okay, and there was nothing he could do that could repair the trust that he had just broken.

"You better pray I never see you again," I yelled, "For your own sake, you better get the fuck out of Rosewood and never come back."

With that, I ran. I wasn't going anywhere in particular, just away. Away from him. Before I did something stupid.

Aria's POV

I wandered downstairs, wanting a glass of water, but not really caring how long it took me to get it. I had just reached the bottom when I faintly heard someone knocking on the door. In fact, it had been so quiet that I thought I was imagining it. I mean, it was one in the morning, who would be coming around this late at night?

I decided I should answer the door, just in case it wasn't my imagination running wild.

When I opened the door, I saw Spencer. She was sobbing, which was a rare sight, as we all knew she tended to keep her emotions bottled inside. It was a Hastings thing.

"Spencer! What happened!?" I asked as I pulled her inside and enveloped her in a hug.

Spencer's POV

I don't know how I ended up at Aria's house, but somehow I found myself knocking on her door.

I doubted she'd answer, she was probably sleeping. It was probably for the best anyways. I hated to be seen like this.

I was a mess. I couldn't stop crying, though I wasn't sure I wanted to. I knew it was a sign of weakness, my parents and even Melissa had taught me that from an early age, but this time, I think I deserve the opportunity to cry. To let it all out. To mourn the loss of what I thought was the best thing in my life. This time, I would let myself cry, though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to stop if I had wanted to.

To my surprise, Aria opened the door mere seconds after I had knocked. I saw her face fall upon seeing me. I didn't mean to put this on her, but I needed someone.

She quickly dragged me inside and wrapped her tiny arms around me, making me feel warm, and even somewhat safe.

"Spencer! What happened!?" she asked, concerned.

I couldn't answer her. Not yet anyway. I just rested my head on her shoulder, and cried. And she let me. Her arms held me close to her, and I knew that even if I never uttered a single word about why I was here, what had happened, and why I was crying, she'd still be there for me.

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