A/N: So, this is my first official posting of a fanfic, please be gentle but I would appreciate any constructive criticism you might have. I'm not entirely sure where I am going to go with this; I have a basic idea but nothing concrete. And yeah it's kind of got some flashbacks in it. Also it's based a few months after the end of season 2.
Also I do not own Pretty Little Liars, so yeah. (:

There are parts of your life, single periods of time that you can detach from everything else. I use to fear Ezra was like that. Just a school girl crush for me and a phase just a phase he was going through - sure when we met it wasn't like he knew I was going to be one of his students. Still, that didn't make any of my insecurities go away; neither did him quitting his teaching job.

Now, looking over his stilled body and the way he appeared so small and fragile against the vast space of the hospital room, I know I cannot define him as something that can just be detached from my life. Within the last year he has become a part of me, indefinitely so that it is almost like he is like my right hand. With writing as my passion it would make the loss of my hand deeming that impossible to do. So to he has also become a life force for me, a searing passion inside my soul that I would end up being so lost without him.

It's super corny, I know. What makes this even worse is I've always hated those small-minded, naive girls that would always believe that they were in love from the start of high school, and swear that they could never face living when their boyfriends inevitably dumped their clingy arses. Even while I was with Ezra when he was teaching, and as intense as it was, it seemed to be all about that passion and lust with a slight taste of infatuation mixed in with them. Never about true love, or any plans of 'forever'. I'm not sure if it was because I had come to distrust men, through many observations of classmates and their betrayal. Oh and of course never forgetting seeing my dad cheating on mum and the way I was forced to keep that secret for over a year. When Ezra quit at Rosewood High for us, I still wasn't sure that this was a definite thing between us.

All the stigma and prejudice I had built up against those girls that were 'in-love' with their first boyfriend in high school has slowly disintegrated, knocking down my barriers and leaving me vulnerable.

I hadn't realised just how vulnerable til now.

Three days before.

There was a resounding three knocks on the front door that echoed loudly through the house to where I was situated in the lounge room flicking through night time television. Agh, I so didn't want interruptions tonight. It was my last night home alone before my parents and brother returned from the state lacrosse trials. I hadn't had much time to myself lately between hanging out with the girls and sleepovers with Ezra, so I had planned to relish this last night on my own.

Unfolding myself from the warm cocoon I had constructed on my couch in preparation for a good night in, I stalked down the hall severely annoyed at whoever was at the door. I through open the door, glaring up at whoever could possibly have be knocking at 8 on a school night and disturbing my intimate peace. This is when I stopped. Any previous expression of distaste quickly faded, being replaced with numb uncertainty as I looked straight into the eyes of the police officer that had stepped forward, his posture downcast and sullen, ready to bare remorseful news.

This brings me back to now. My gaze tracing only to begin retracing the smooth lines of his face, and sometimes dropping down to his hand that I had hardly let go of over the past few days. Each day was wearing me to utter exhaustion, seeing Ezra in his current comatose state was almost too much to bare. I had immediately thought that the officers that were standing on my doorstep were there regarding my family, even though I had only heard from them not even an hour before hand that's where my mind had first jumped to. I had almost prepared myself for them to tell me something had happened to them when the breath was knocked out of me when they said Ezra's name.

After that I scarcely heard the words that then tumbled out of their mouths. They all just blurred, there was something to do with a car accident and that they couldn't get a hold of any relatives. They contacted me because Wren, Spencers sisters ex-fiancé, recognised my photo in Ezra's wallet. His injuries weren't extensive, a few cracked ribs – what they were worried about however was possible brain swelling and damage so they had sedated him for the past few days. Hence him being in a medical coma.

Three long days it had been, three days without talking to him, without laughing, flirting, hugging, kissing. Three days without anything more than his cold hand placed within mine, even this was only possible with assistance on my behalf in grasping his hand.

My parents didn't have much choice in whether or not I could visit him in hospital. Mum already knew about Ezra and I and we had been discussing how to warm dad to the idea. She was gradually warming to the idea, and had learnt to trust me with my own life and decisions. When I had called mum that night in such a panicked state, she instinctively knew that something was wrong. I told her that Ezra was in the hospital and that I was on my way over there at that moment in the police vehicle with the officers that had come to inform me of the accident. She told me to breathe and that they would be back as soon as they could in the morning, that I could take the next day off and that she would handle dad.

To this day I still am not sure what she has said to him, but I do know that dad hasn't mentioned anything to do with Ezra and my ongoing relationship, instead just standing by my side in silent support. Whether or not he was just waiting until it was definite that Ezra was fully okay and awake until he wrapped me across the knuckles for my blatant deception or if he had finally come to understand that what I had with Ezra was real and very much my own decision, I didn't know yet and I wasn't really concerned either.

"Miss Montgomery, um we're ready to take the sedation off if you're ready…" the voice of Ezra's doctor startled me from behind. I turned with a strained smile to look first at his face, to the grim yet hopeful faces of Ezra's family behind him.