I am 22 year old Aria Montgomery, soon to be Aria Montgomery-Fitz. I am dreading tomorrow, tomorrow I marry a stranger. A rich, philanthropic, 26 year old man named Ezra Fitz, I've seen pictures but I've never met him. Right now I am laying in my bed fully awake with my body unable to shut down. My mom said it was best for me, that I needed a stable relationship. She said that Evan was unstable and she hated him, I told her I didn't care what she thought because I love him and we've been together for three years. She still went on with the wedding though. I can't help but think if it was for the money, did she even care about my happiness?

My phone chimed and I looked to see who it was. It was Evan.

Shots? He texted.

Shots. I texted back.

I groaned and got out of bed, left my apartment and drove to our favorite bar. I walked in and saw Evan sitting on a stool. I walked over and sat next to him he was about drink a shot before I took it out of his hand and gulped it down.

"Bad day?" He asked and wiped the side of my mouth with his thumb.

I banged my head down on the counter and mumbled. "Ask me tomorrow?" I picked my head up and signaled the bartender for another round.

"I can't, tomorrow you will be on your honeymoon." He said with a jealous voice.

"Ugh. Don't remind me." I leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around me.

"You're getting married tomorrow, this is the last time we can be together." He whispered into my ear as the bartender brought over more shots. I drank the first two.

"I love you, this is so unfair." I mumble before gulping the next one down. I started to feel a little wobbly and Evan tightened his grip around me.

As I reach for the last one he stops my hand. "I love you too and I think that's enough."

"You're right, it's never enough for my mother. Her marriage was ruined so she must feel joy in helping me with mine. It's never enough, I offered to help her, take on an extra job or something. But no, the only way for me to be enough was to get fucking married." I paused for a moment and broke down. "I can't do this, can't I just run away with you?"

"You know the answer to that." He says and wipes a tear off my face with his thumb. "Baby, I love you. You never know, maybe it won't work out and we could be together or maybe it does work out and you live a happy life with this Ezra guy."

"But I love you, and I I hate this." I grab the last shot and swallow.

"Alright, baby I think that's enough."

I groan. "I don't want to leave."

"I know, but it's your wedding day tomorrow and you need sleep." He says.

He gets up and holds me up so I can follow him. Once were to the doors he says, "Aria, I love you so much. I will never stop loving y-" before he finishes I cut him off with a kiss. It's not a soft peck, it's a full on, hard, goodbye kiss where my tongue invades his mouth. Reluctantly, he gives in and his tongue invades mine. A few seconds later he breaks off the kiss so we can catch our breaths.

"I love you." I say.

"Aria, I love you. Goodbye baby." And with that he's out the door.

I go to my car and start sobbing, banging my head on my steering wheel occasionally and silently cursing at how messed up my life is. A few minutes later when I regain control, I take some deep breaths and drive home.

I walk into my tiny apartment and go straight to the bed, picking up a picture of me and Evan on the way. I fall on my bed and drift off to sleep with the picture clutched to my chest.