It's been a month since Aria and Ezra spoke to each other. Aria couldn't stop thinking about him and couldn't stop crying. She hadn't spoken to any of the girls either despite how hard they tried. Hanna had called round the Montgomery household with some cupcakes and jokes. Aria didn't even have the energy to fake a laugh or try and have a conversation. Emily had sat with her at lunch, she tried to talk to her to keep her mind off things. Aria didn't even respond. Spencer had called and tried speaking to Aria at home and at school to no avail.

"I'm going to go talk to Ezra." Spencer intently scoured Hanna and Emily's face for their reaction.

Hanna rolled her eyes.

"That might be a good idea, we can't let her go on like this." Emily responded, positively but cautiously. She cared so much she would do anything for her friends.

"Listen, we don't even know why she is like this! He could be the one making her feel this way!" Hanna objected. "We should just leave her alone, that's what she wants. Not as if she cares about the rest of us anyway. She hasn't said a word to us in weeks!"

"Hanna! She does care, she's just…. Broken." Spencer stood up for Aria. "I'm going after school today. There's got to be something he can do to help."

Spencer sighed as she twisted the combination to her locker and looked worried if she was making the wrong decision. She internally questioned whether Hanna was right. Maybe Ezra just didn't love Aria anymore. As Spencer opened her locker door a ripped magazine page fell out. It was a poem, by Ezra Fitz.

3B

It's a number and a letter
It's an apartment that we shared
It's the memories we made
It's the love we declared

It's a building in a small town
A place plagued with lies
It was our escape
From the towns prying eyes

Our love was forbidden but felt so right
All sense is out the window when I held you tight

Your name as musical as your soft voice
An intense connection like we had no choice

It's a town where our love prospered and grew
It's a place where stalkers and killers were true

It held times of laughter and indulgence on cake
Its seen tears and anguish and times of heartbreak

The letter we feared now has the final say
I will fight to get you back until my dying day

3B – A poem by Ezra Fitz

"Guys, this is a poem about Aria written by Ezra. We have to find her." Spencer said as she rushed off down the hallways looking for her best friend. Hanna and Emily quickly followed after, Hanna struggling to walk fast in her 6 inch heels.

"Guys slow down, I don't do running. Who even put that in your locker?" Hanna questioned.

"And what makes you so sure it's about Aria?" Emily asked Spencer, a puzzled look on her face.

Spencer didn't even stop to look around while she talked to the girls; she was on a mission to find Aria. She had hoped this type of poem might be something she needed to pull her out of the depression she is in.

Aria was sitting at a lunch table alone. Her hair was shiny, straight and perfectly maintained. She didn't appear to be someone who was struggling. Her clothes were clean and pressed. She had taken time to pick out the dress and boots combo she had worn today. It was like she was covering up her sadness to the outside world. Aria had heard them marching up but didn't turn around. She didn't really acknowledge anyone anymore.

"Is A the reason you and Ezra are finished?" Spencer sat across from Aria and looked intently at her eyes. This was the first time Aria had even made eye contact with any of them for a month. Emily sat down next to Spencer. Hanna stayed standing and crossed her arms over her pink shirt. Aria broke eye contact with Spencer and looked down at the table, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Oh, Aria. Why didn't you tell us?" Emily pleaded. Her concern displayed all over her face. She never has been able to hide her feelings.

"It wouldn't have made any difference" Arias first words to the girls. She wiped a tear from her eye.

"It talks?!" Hanna exclaimed.

"Hanna back off. Please." Spencer snapped but she never took her eyes off Aria. Searching her face for answers.

"Sorry." Hanna apologised sincerely and sat next to Aria. She put her arm around her to console her. "Spencer found this in her locker. She thinks it's about you."

Spencer handed Aria the ripped paper. As Arias eyes gazed over the poem she remembered the B26 poem Ezra had written about her and her eyes streamed with tears. Aria reached into her bag to get her phone. She looked through her messages to display a text from "Unknown".

It read "One bullet might have missed him, but mine won't. If you see Ezra again, I'll make sure he disappears. Your choice"