Aria's Point of View

I ran out of Ezra's apartment and collapsed crying against the wall. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to walk in, make sure he was still keeping our secret, wish him well, and leave. I was also supposed to leave behind the lingering feelings I felt for him. But this, was different. Seeing him like this made me want to kill myself. I keep hoping that maybe, he's in this awful state because he's lost without me, and that if I go back to him, we'll both be fine. But that wasn't reality.

*creak*

I wiped my eyes in a last second attempt to pull myself together and turned around to see his head peeping out the door.

"Ezra?" I sniffled, and I hated myself for how vulnerable I looked.

Without any words, he rushed towards me, lifted my tiny body that fit so perfectly in him, and kissed me. It wasn't like any of the kisses we had before; not gentle nor rough, just passionate. A shock of electricity ran through me, and I realized that I had needed him so badly. He bit my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and pushed me up against the wall. I tangled my fingers in his hair and we continued until he led me back in his apartment.

The next morning I woke up to Ezra's tears. I leaned in for a kiss but he reluctantly rejected me. My face must've had confusion written all over it.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Listen, no matter what I say will change how I feel about you, and you need to know that this will be harder for me than for you." he started.

"What? No kisses for a week?" I joked.

"No Ar, I need to leave Rosewood."

I silently got up, grabbed my bag, and ran out the door. Deja-vu.

This time he didn't come after me.