After The Storm, a pretty little liars fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars.

There I was again. Reykjavik, Iceland. The only place I could go to feel a little better that moment.

I needed to clean my head; I needed somewhere to be far away from Rosewood so I came here.

After my last talk with Ezra, I realized that there is a lot I don't know about him, and it wasn't unimportant things. First his ex-fiancée, then his last name, the fact that his family is super rich, and now a High School pregnancy.

I know that I'm not an angel but I was just lying about "A" to protect my family, my friends and him.

I thought Ezra trusted me, just like when I told him that Mike had invaded Jason's house and he had told to not be embarrassed with him; about anything.

I just don't wanna fight anymore. I don't wanna have to handle anyone's old story. I don't want any more trouble in my life. That may be selfishness but it was the way I was feeling.

"Aria?"

I looked up and saw sweet blue eyes. I smiled a little.

"You look tired, is everything okay?"-he looked around and sat down on the chair in front of me.

I kept silent.

My parents haven't sold our house in Iceland so I was there with a neighbor.

"Right… do you want to talk about it, tell me what happened? Or do you prefer just enjoy my humble companionship? Just letting you know that 'me getting out here' isn't an option"-he gave me a sad smile and held my hands above the table.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to avoid thinking about how my life would be if Matt and I were still together. It's incredible how you can be so comfortable with an ex-boyfriend, but I liked that; spending time with someone who knew me before this storm.

Matt and I met in a bookstore one week after my arrival and we broke up after he moved to France for a year to study painting.

I can't help but think that my life was a mess when I came back from Europe, before Ali's body to be found.

I took a deep breath after telling Matt all what had happened between me and Ezra from the day we met.

"I guess I can't do this anymore… I mean, I don't know… I'm so lost"- I whispered looking at our hands clasped. "All I want to do is to cry, it's depressing"

"So you are going to lie in bed during all day crying…?"

"What if I wanna it?"

"Then you'll have to find a place for me on this bed"

"Good Morning, lady"- Matt said when he came in the room and saw me awake.

"You're a really gifted guy!"- I said when I saw the breakfast on a table by my side.

"You should marry me"- he advised me.

"Undoubtedly"-I laughed.

Matt came closer and kissed my forehead. I could feel warmth emanating from his body.

We have talked all night. About our past as a couple, about what he was doing since I left, about what I was doing since then, about my family, about his family, about Ezra and about anything.

That week made me realize what I really want to have in my life and what I even knew I missed.

When the clouds began to wash their souls and pour their sorrows in Icelandic heaven, I was ready to start again.

I was tired and could no longer breathe properly when I arrived at my destination.

Everyone makes mistakes, everybody lies for some reason or maybe just because of fear. You don't need to be tough with yourself, do what you think is right at the time you are ready; do not rush things. Matt's words came into my mind.

I was just in front of 3B. I knocked on the door and seconds later I could clearly hear someone walking toward the door. It reminded me of the song he sang to me the first time I woke up in his arms.

Hold on, what's the rush? What's the rush? We're not done, are we?

Cause I don't need to change this atmosphere we've made if

You can stay one more hour. Can you stay one more hour?