Author's Note:

Thank you for the feedback! Regarding focusing on other characters, I think I'd like to stick to this being an primary Ezria based fanfic, however, I feel that the title 'The Honeymoon Phase Never Existed' can be broadened to so many options, it doesn't even have to specifically mean it has to relate to a relationship. I could maybe focus on other couples as a sequel? Between publishing the first chapter and writing this next chapter I had an idea, this'll feed into the story at a later point, I think it'll be pretty interesting though, this could also possibly feed into a sequel with a secondary couple, although I think it will need a lot of thought. I have a tendency to generalise my stories so that they become boring, I hate taking risks too, who doesn't like a happy ending?! I never want Ezria to split up. But I want my writing to become more adventurous, so bare with me as I'm not sure how frequently my updates will be. As I write this I'm actually in the middle of redrafting and reprising the second chapter, I'm very critical of my writing and want to make it as interesting and daring as possible. In order to create more of an involvement of my readers' say within the devision process of this I may create polls, so look out for them :) (Just posted my first one)

The air was still fragile between my mother and I from the previous evening. It was indicatively sense-able that she felt uneasy with my character of late. Dressed in an opaque cream blouse, layered on top of a soothing brown vest top and a pair of denim skinny jeans, accompanied by a casual brown leather jacket and a pair of wedges, I walked along the sidewalk, resting a paper mug filled with freshly made caramel latte between the palms of my hands for extra warmth. A dusting of snow still embraced the streets from the previous evening's sudden blizzard.

I took a sip of my caramel latte before noticing that we were passing Rosewood's most note able and popular book store "Could we go in there?" I questioned, attempting to create some sort of conversation.

"Sure honey" my mom answered, following my lead as I entered the store. It wasn't anything spectacular, it was old and wooden. The windows were still made up of single glazed glass, the paint that made the frontage of the store was worn and tarnished, very uninviting for any newcomers to Rosewood.

I brushed my leather jacket down and held my mug with great care as we entered the store. I looked up, my mother had already been drawn into one title. I stared stunned as Ezra looked at me, equally in shock "Aria" he spoke softly, his voice crumbling.

I hastily walked towards him, I felt it was vital that my mother had no knowledge of Ezra's presence. I dragged Ezra by the cuff of his coat and proceeded towards a deserted section of the store.

"Well this is-"

"Why didn't you call me?!" I argued in a hushed tone, aware that the store was almost silent.

"Aria" Ezra begun, the voluminous aspect to his tonality began to do the all too familiar decline, something that had become an everyday occasion before we'd 'outed' our relationship publicly "I perceived that things were over between us, I thought that was what you wanted".

Tears rose to the brim of my eyes "So just like that you were willing to give up on us?!" I felt degraded. I understood that my parents had caused serious damage to Ezra's career, even his life, but was he honestly willing to give up the fight now. How did he dare belittle my love for him?!

Ezra shook his head "Aria, you've had as much freedom to contact me. I thought you were done, I thought you'd chosen your parents", I could see bitterness rising within the conversation.

I frowned, I was ready to crack, I was ready to respond when my mother interrupted "Aria, it's time to leave!" piercing her eyes at Ezra she grabbed me by the arm and shuffled me across the store, I craned my neck, Ezra looked hurt and disheartened.

"Mom!" I yelped, yanking myself free as we reached the street, she stared at me.

The door of the book store rang as it was manoeuvred "Ella" I heard, instead of responding with a mature manner, my mother simply shook her head with disgust and walked away, leaving me behind. Feeling embarrassed, let down, ashamed, I broke down into tears and ran for the nearest comfort possible.

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading. I hope everything has a good Christmas :)