**************FLASHBACK PART ONE*********** THREE MONTHS AGO***************

Here I am at this pub named Sandi's a couple miles out of Rosewood trying to drown my sorrows and heartache. Jon is at my mother's and I am grateful no one should have to see their mother in this state.

There is this ache of rejection in my chest left there from my failed attempt of reconciliation with Ezra where I had cooked a nice romantic dinner at home and texted him telling him to be there at 6. My last ditch effort to try and fight for whatever is left in my marriage after he walked out based on the encouragement of Spencer.

However the effort was wasted because after waiting until it was 9pm it was clear he wasn't coming. I blew out the candles and put the food and wine in the fridge and just sat in the dark for a while absorbing what this meant and realizing that my life as Aria Fitzgerald was done. That is when the tears started and in the midst of my sobbing came the text from Ezra that pushed me to this bar.

From: Ezra

I won't be coming to the dinner frankly because I don't want to give you false hope pertaining to us. I love you Aria, I really do but I am not in love with you I'm in love with Maggie. I think both of us know we loved each other but we weren't in love for a long time. Nothing about us felt right anymore for the longest while and we choose to ignore it. I won't this time. Our marriage is not working out. You are amazing, intelligent and beautiful woman, Aria and you deserve someone that will treat you the way you deserve but that person isn't me. What we had was great but I have found something that is earth-shattering and feels so right. We weren't meant to be. Move on and find someone that's right for you I have and it's Maggie. She makes me feel so alive. Please accept that. Don't make this harder than it is. Please contact me only when it pertains to Jon or to the divorce.

-E

I throw my phone into the dining room wall. The text burns me to my soul. It just tells me what I thought was true. He doesn't love me anymore. His words "I'm in love with Maggie" echo on my head and it makes me feel s unworthy and unwanted. I am a failure. It feels as if someone took a dagger and stabbed me in my heart a hundred times. I am a hysterical mess and it takes a hour before I can actually take deep breaths again. That is when I decide screw him, I know someone who can never call me boring and it is a bottle of vodka. I grab my keys and head to isolated pub where I can get wasted without the care of anyone.

That brings me back to the pub where I downing my 4th shot of vodka. I can now finally feel the warmness and comfort I am looking for, the room is becoming a little fuzzy but I don't mind and because I can feel my pain, anger and care slipping away.

I turn to the bartender, a middle aged, chubby man with grayish hair and say "give me another shot".

He (His name tag says Fred), eyes me cautiously and asks "Are you sure?"

I open my mouth to give a snarly reply when a masculine voice from behind says "No give her some coffee".

Fred rushes off and I turn around on my stool to give this person a good piece of my mind, how dare he tell me what to do and I stare into the face of one of the greatest loves of my life, Jason DiLaurentis, great just freaking great as if life wants to punish me further for making the wrong choice that summer.

For a couple of seconds, I'm at a loss for words and just stare at him in a trance stunned by the man in front of me, He looks divine even better than he did 4 years ago.. He looks fantastic with his body even more muscular than before, gorgeous sparkling happy green eyes and his perfect yet shaggy blonde hair. Especially with that tight black shirt he has on that hugs his chest and arms in the right places with his black jeans. God I've missed him a lot.. My eyes trail his body from top to bottom imprinting everything to memory and I subconsciously bite my lip. God it's been awhile.

I'm brought back to reality by Jason's hand waving in my face, "Aria are you okay?", he asks concerned putting his hand on my shoulder and as he does that I feel a spark of electricity shoot through my body due to his touch.

"I'm fine" I quickly mutter and turn back in my seat beginning to snap for the barman's attention as I am not drinking coffee right now. From the corner of my eye I see Jason climb onto the stool next to me and attempting to see into my soul with those eyes of his. I use my hair to break eye contact with him.

" Aria, what are you doing here?" He asks while pulling down my snapping hand "What is wrong? Talk to me Ri".

"I'm getting a drink Captain Obvious" I reply with anger, now of all times isn't the time when I need to see someone like Jason whom I have so much history and whom has such power over me. I put back my hand in air snapping for the barman determined to ignore Jason until he leaves. I am not having this conversation with him.

"Ri, you of all people should know liquor doesn't solve the problems you have, it only delays the issue " He states matter of factly with a Alison like demeanor in his voice. "Fitz isn't worth this"

The statement cuts me like a knife. Just like that my hand falls and my need for liquor vanishes. It is replaced by the need to flee just to get as far away from him as possible I'm no way near drunk enough to have this conversation and I begin to grab my coat and keys to get out of here when I miss my footing and launch myself forward into Jason's chest. I smell some liquor on him particularly scotch.

"Just great" I mutter and begin to compose myself when Jason demands "Aria, You are not driving home especially in a condition like this".

It is something in his voice that makes me stop and surrender. He grabs my coat belongings with one hand and puts the other around my waist to steady me out of the bar. That's when I realized I have missed his touch and voice as my body feels that spark again. This lets me know I have no willpower when it comes to Jason DiLaurentis.

A/N: The flashback was too long so i split it into two chapters. Thank you for the reviews and follows. Leave a review! Your constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.