Okay, so this is one short thought that came to my mind and I had to write it, 6 days before the start of the season. By the way, I'll upload "Where's the good in goodbye", my other story, soon.

Let me know what you think about this


Ezra sat in silence in front of his computer, looking silently at the screen. His hand caught the glass of whiskey that was beside the laptop and finished the drink fast. Then he went back to look at the empty screen, where an open window showed a blank page.

Inside of The Brew, Ezra wasn't Ezra Fitz, a New York Times best-seller writer, he was just the owner of a café and he was just Ezra. He didn't have to pretend he was someone else, someone different from his real self. Sometimes, if Anna, the new barista, could handle the business herself, he didn't even have to be sober.

Trying to focus again, Ezra got up and walked towards the refrigerator. He served himself last night's reheated dinner and stood in silence eating in the kitchen isle. Silence was Ezra's most appreciated company.

Since Nicole's thing, Ezra hadn't been able to fix his own life. From his point of view, being drunk was better that being sober, alone and damaged. Damaged. His psychologist told him he had to let go some things, but Ezra was under pressure.

He had to write another book, his publisher was pushing him since months ago. He had to manage a business. He had to fight with a serious addiction to alcohol. He had lost her girlfriend. And he was in misery, inside of the loneliest period of his life.

Ezra Fitz wondered his own existence.

But, that night, after eating whatever he had in the refrigerator, after closing his Mac, closing the door and turning down the lights, when he was laying in his king size bed, looking at the ceiling, his thoughts were directed towards a certain brunette.

He didn't know why, but Aria Montgomery was on his veins and under his skin. Five years later, there he was, thinking about her while having problems to sleep. He just couldn't escape it.

He couldn't help himself, and he couldn't forget about her. Wherever she was, Ezra knew one thing. Depressed, stressed, crazy, in the middle of nothing, after losing one of the girls he had loved, after drinking his money on cheap whiskey every night, Ezra Fitz was, without a doubt, still in love with his tiny, little, smiley, crazy in love, honest, loving and caring Aria.

And he slept that night, thinking that maybe he had found something worth enough to fight for getting back his own life.