Prolog: 3years after graduation

Here I am: sitting in my dorm room, staring at my brand new phone. I take it and dial the familiar number. HIS number. I can´t count the times I almost called him. I close my phone again. After a few minutes of thinking I say "Screw it!" and dial the number again. He picks up after the 3rd ring.

"Hello?" I don´t say anything. I just can´t. After a few seconds he talks again

"Hello? Is there anyone?" This time I am a little more calm and answer him.

"Hi. Is this Ezra Fitz?" a single 4tear is running down my cheek silently now.

"Yes. But who are you again? I don´t think I got your name." Now I was REALLY crying. And he must have heard it.

"Oh my god. Are you okay? Did I say something wrong? Or did I do something?" he rambled. He was still the same. Always blaming himself.

"No… I´m fine." I lied. I was sobbing now. "I need you Ezra!" He seemed to think.

"Okay. I´m here for you. But you have to tell me who you are or I can´t help you if I don´t know who you are."

"I am so sorry… again. For everything." In the background Ezra hears something cry. Was that… a baby? He quickly puts that thought away and answered quickly.

"You don´t have to be sorry for anything… I think."

"Ezra, I can´t do this. I´m sorry." Aria said and ended the call, still sobbing.

At the other end of the line sat a very confused Ezra. He thought of the whole conversation again. `Was that. Oh my god. Was that ARIA? HIS Aria? THE Aria who never cried in front of anyone? If it was, what did this call mean? And what was that in the background? It couldn´t have been her` and with that he concentrates on his lesson planning, while Aria continues to cry.