Aria didn't know why she was there, in that cold, miserable grey room. It sucked the life out of her and just made her want to cry. She tried to convince herself that she was just there for answers, but deep down she knew the truth. She was still in love with him.

It had been almost a month since the night Ezra was arrested, and this was one of the only times Aria had left her house since then. She still couldn't believe that Ezra, who had supported her, comforted her and risked everything for her was the one who, on the night he was arrested, had tried to kill Aria and Spencer.

Aria had only been sitting for about five minutes before he emerged from behind the heavy metal doors, sporting a hideous orange jumpsuit. He looked exhausted and terrified. Aria had to remind herself not to feel sorry for him. He dragged the hard, uncomfortable chair from under the table, scraping it across the floor. When he sat down he looked right into Aria's eyes and smiled.

"I can't believe you came," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Neither can I."

They talked for about half an hour about normal, everyday things- Aria's photography class; what new books they'd been reading; even the weather. Then Aria cracked. Everyone turned around and stared at her as she sat sobbing loudly. She didn't even speak, she just sat and cried. Eventually she got her emotions under enough control to talk, even though she didn't want to, she need answers.

"How could you do that to me Ezra?" She asked, focusing all her energy on stopping herself bursting into tears again. "Why would you want to do that to me and my friends? How did you know so much about us?"

"Please can we not talk about this?" Ezra pleaded, after sitting in silence for what felt like an hour but could've only been a couple of minutes.

"It's the only reason I'm here." Aria replied, pleased that she sounded a lot more confident about that than she actually was.

"Fine." Ezra replied. He considered his words for a minute before starting. "Alison and I dated when I was still a student at Hollis," he began, not daring to look at Aria's reaction. "She trusted me, a lot I guess. She said it was nice to have someone to talk to about things who she knew wouldn't tell anyone. She told me everything that happened, all of your secrets, from your dad to the Jenna thing. But one day, she decided she'd had enough of me and moved on to her next victim. If that wasn't bad enough, she blackmailed me into giving her $15,000 or she'd go to the police saying I'd raped her! I gave her the money, but I started following her to see what she needed the money for. I thought she needed it straight away, but she didn't spend a penny so I got suspicious and needed to see what she was doing with my money. I saw how badly she treated everyone, Lucas, Mona, Jenna, and I thought if I sent her a couple of notes it would scare her and she would stop being such a bitch. But she didn't, so I had to send more, each one worse than before. After she died, you moved away and the other girls stopped talking, so I didn't have to send any more messages. I recognised you that night at the bar. I knew if you were back, you'd all start talking again. I thought you were all just as bad as Alison, so I sent you all texts to try and keep you apart. When it didn't work, I had to find new ways to try and separate you. It got way out of hand, but once I started I couldn't stop. I'm sorry."

Aria didn't realise she was having a panic attack until Ezra had stopped talking. She stood up, ignoring how lightheaded and dizzy she felt, and ran out of the room, tears running down her face. She heard Ezra call her name, but she didn't stop. She didn't want to keep talking to him. She never wanted to see him again.