Aria ran out to the parking lot as Ezra got into his car, slammed the car door shut, and began to drive away. Aria desperately screamed his name but he didn't respond.
Aria had lost him. Now he was leaving her forever. But Aria didn't want that. She walked back into school, got her keys and went home. On the way home the only thing she thought about was her time with Ezra. The time Ezra had gotten a limo for her when they went to the museum, and the first time they ever saw each other in school. They thought it would never work, that they would never be able to go public. But their love was strong enough to handle anything. And she wasn't letting it disappear without a fight.
That night, when Aria got home she looked at every single name on every single flight that was leaving rosewood. Finally she found Ezra Fitz on flight 256, landing in New York City. She got up and grabbed her wallet (to buy the ticket), her jacket, and the silver locket Ezra had gotten her. That was all she needed. She ran outside, got in her car, and backed out her drive way. Tears ran down her cheeks as she drove to the airport. She parked her car and ran inside. She handed the lady at the desk the ticket she had just bought and ran onto the flight. When she was seated and the plane took off, she looked around frantically for Ezra. There was no sign of him. She asked the man sitting next to her what flight they were on, "flight 345," he said. Aria asked him where it was landing, "New Orleans," the man said. Aria had gotten on the wrong plane. She wasn't landing anywhere near New York City. And now she was wondering if they would ever meet again.