Prologue
Aria's POV
My name is Aria Montgomery, I'm 22 years old and I work as an high school English teacher. I grew up in Rosewood, I was a normal 16 years old teenage girl when my older sister Emma got missing on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. On my 17th birthday, I received a letter from my sister telling me that she was ok, that she didn't went missing but that she had to run away from my family. After High school and after breaking my heat by breaking up with the love of my life for his sake. I tried to move on and went to Carnegie Mellon University and graduate last year with English Literature as my major. It's now been a year since I arrived in New York.
It was a Friday, a normal and snowy Friday in New York. I was done with school for two weeks since it was Christmas. I was walking out of my classroom to call it a day when I thought of going to eat in the English pub I loved so much. The bar wasn't really crowded. I was sitting at the bar when someone ran into me and spill their drink all over my left leg.
"I am extremely sorry, So sorry" the man said. I knew this voice, I had heard it before. I had dream about it before.
-"It's ok, I replied, just a pants no harm done, don't worry". That's when I look up and saw him, my High school English teacher aka ex boyfriend, aka the love of my life, Ezra Fitz . I froze without knowing what to do or what to say.
At that moment a women walked in the bar and made her way toward us. She put her arms around him and said "Hi hon". She tried to kiss him but he stopped her before she could. He looked embarrassed. I was starting to feel bad for him when I noticed his and her wedding ring.
I grabbed my bag and coat and left. I heard Ezra telling me to wait but I couldn't turn away and face him. Tears started to run down my face, my heart broke once more as my feelings for him came running back to me. The last thing I heard him shout was "Wait, I don't even know your name"...
Ezra's POV
My name is Ezra Fitz, I'm 27 years old and I am an English teacher at Columbia. I grew up in Charlotte (NC) . I moved in New York to find a job after graduating from college at least it's what I remember. Until 3 month ago I was in coma after being hit by a car on my way home. When I woke up 6 month later I had no memories of anything, concerning my past or the present. My memories are gone so I try to live one day at a time to rebuild a "normal" life. I still work at Columbia University where my old self use to work and I love It. When I woke up I found out that I was married for 3 month when the accident happened. My supposed wife Emma is a lovely person and she seems to really love me but I guess losing my memories made me lose my love for her to.
There is this one quote by Joseph Campbell that I now try to live by "You must give up the life you had planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you". I thought I knew what it meant until that cold December night. It was a Friday night, I was having a drink in this little English pub. I was making my way to the counter when I tripped and poured my entire drink on this girl left leg. "I am extremely sorry, So sorry I said looking up to the prettiest girl I had seen in my life. "It's ok", she replied," just a pants no harm done, don't worry." She looked at me and suddenly froze like she had seen a ghost or something.
At that moment Emma walked in the bar and made her way toward us. She put her arms around me and said "Hi hon". She tried to kiss me but I stopped her before she could. The girl looked at Emma's finger and mine, then grabbed her bag and her coat in a hurry and she ran out if the bar. "Wait I don't even know your name" I shout hopping it would stopped her. But she just left. I knew I had to go after her. So I ran out the bar only to see her running away.
In my head but most certainly in my heart I knew that she wasn't another girl, I knew I had to see her again.