Rewritten! Very similar with just a few tweaks made to Ezra's personality.
So this is PLL with the story of P.S. I Love You combined.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! All rights go to the writers of Pretty Little Liars and P.S I Love You and ABC Family.
"The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day"
"Babe, can you keep it down? I can't concentrate!" I yelled from our small bedroom.
"Oh come on hun! It's Christmas. Christmas isn't Christmas without a bit of Pogue." he replied back in his smooth deep tone that never failed to make my heart flutter, whilst peeking his head in the door frame.
"I know, but if you want an apartment to live in over the holidays, I need to finish this book." I replied back in a somewhat frustrated manner. I loved him so much, but sometimes his half glass full outlook on life could be a pain in the ass. He always believed that some tiny leprechaun would knock at the door someday and hand him his pot of gold. I on the other hand had the financial brain. Things were below broke at that the moment, with our only source of income being my waitressing job at a coffee shop on 42nd, and his small salary from the local highschool. I was a writer with a degree in literature, but due to the financial down turn placed upon an already struggling economy, finding a good job was near to impossible.
So for now, I began writing a book, in the hope of it succeeding someday. The story was about a couple, thrown into the many obstacles of life, only to come out ontop, because of their unbreakable bond and love for eachother. In retrospect, the story was about my husband and I. Ezra and I met when I was nineteen, with him being in his early twenties. At first, my mother had a strong disliking towards him, but as time progressed she saw in him what I was from the moment I laid eyes on him, a sweet, loving, passionate man, who had her daughters best interests at heart.
He was the most wonderful man on the planet, even with his cool, take life as it comes attitude. I loved him with all my heart and soul, so no matter if we lived in a cardboard box under the Hudson bridge, my life would be perfect, because he was pushing through it with me.
"Stop worrying Aria sweetheart. I promise you that everything will work it's self out. There's a promotion available at the school and the word in the teachers lounge is that a very cool english teacher's got a top chance." he said whilst coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin untop of my head. I let of a small chuckle before entwining his hand in mine and planting a small kiss upon his.
"I love you so much babe. Promise me you'll never leave me." I said with so much fear that I may have to face life without him some day. The thought of that terrified me more than life its self.
"I promise baby. We'll always be together, as long as the big guy allows," and with that, he turned my chair around to face him, took hold of my face in his strong yet gentle hands and kissed me. Kissed me with so much passion that the tiny room around us disappeared, and we were all alone. He lifted me up off my desk chair and I tightened my legs around his waist. He sat down on our bed and laid back, taking me with him.
For the rest of that night, I completely forgot that we were broke. It didn't matter that the landlord was close to evicting us, or that the heating would be cut off soon. No. Ezra managed to completely rid my mind of all it's worries and remind me of one thing.
Nothing else mattered in this world, as long as we had eachother.
As I lay cuddled under the duvet on the queen sized bed, I tried to imagine his arms around me. Tried to remember the feeling of his musky breath against my neck, and the sound of his sweet voice singing me to sleep. Tears began cascading down my face when I realised that those things would never come back. I would never get to see his beautiful face again and I would never feel his strong arms, wrapped around my body as I drifted of to sleep.
I pressed play once again, causing a familiar sound to fill the room. It was a home video that I had recorded last Christmas. In it, Ezra was cooking at stove, whilst bellowing the Fairytale of New York at the top of his lungs. He looked so happy and healthy, yet who knew that within nine months, he would be gone, never to step foot on earth's soil again.
Watching this video over and over again, was the only way I got a chance to hear his voice one last time. I grabbed the book sitting beside me and clutched it tight into my chest. Inside, was the poem Ezra had gotten published three years ago. It was called B-26. The poem entailed a secret meaning, that only one person on this planet would know of. Me. Ezra wrote this poem for me on our first anniversary of marriage. He just so happened to be lucky enough to have it published. I opened the book to the familiar page and brushed my fingertips over the font whilst reading it for the billionth time.
'It's a number.
It's a song.
It's a girl.
Smooth.
Pearl joy packed.
Gold falafel,
As through ice.
It's four-thirty.
Morning with
Phone calls.
It's deaf mute.
It's cheap.
A foreign car.
Maybe bingo.
Lucky night?
Something says
It smells bad.'
I brought the book up to my face and planted a gentle kiss upon it. This poem held every monumental memory we shared together. It was the last foot he had on earth but just one that he had in my heart.
It had been one week since Ezra's farewell celebration. He'd kill me if I called it a funeral. Friends, family and I gathered at his favourite bar down in Brooklyn. It was a cheery night considering the circumstances for most, but for me, not all the music and scotch on this planet could numb out the pain that was inflicted upon me. Ezra. My Ezra, was gone. Gone and never coming back. For the past week, I have locked myself up in our tiny apartment. The apartment that had heard me complain to him about it's tiny size, now seemed so big and empty. I had abandoned all my responsibilities, including the housework and showering. The dishes lay by the sink and everything was everywhere. The smell coming from the fridge was becoming unbearable, including the smell given out by myself.
I didn't care. Nothing else mattered if I didn't have Ezra. God granted to people who deserve it, but he also takes away. What did I ever do to deserve this this? I'd always tried to do the right thing, but it obviously didn't matter.
Ezra was gone and he was never coming back.
A/N so guys, tell me what you think. As usual, all comments are taken on board, especially the criticism. Review please, let me know if I should continue! Xoxo New chapter very soon.
