It'd been an hour.

An hour of complete silence, just sitting on the floor behind the bathroom door. The door had opened and closed not too long ago, but Ezra put everything he had in not going after her. It was torture enough, not going to see if she was okay after listening to her cry. That was what complete rock bottom felt like.

He was in complete shock. How could he have done something to Aria like that? How had he stooped to that level? Hurt her, lost his temper.

He didn't know what to call it. It was stupid, idiotic, crazy.

The look on her face, the tears that rolled down her cheeks as she begged him to let go.

He needed to apologise, he knew that much.

Ezra couldn't let Wesley's stalking get in the way now, he couldn't hold this grudge against him. It was for Aria's sake, he had thought about it. And now, now he had to move on with it.

But then, the thing is he couldn't. Whenever he was to think of Wesley, the anger would just build, until he had clenched his fists so hard they would turn white.

He pulled himself together, forcing himself to wipe Wesley from his mind before exiting the bathroom, glancing around the room. As predicted, Aria wasn't there. Her bag and cardigan was missing, but her clothes were still sat in a case atop of the drawers, so she hadn't left him completely.

Time, that was what they needed. Some time to breath? After Ezra had apologised. That was what he was most worried about, Aria feeling like he didn't care. Dammit, he did. More than anything. She was Ezra's world. All that he had left and he was not going to let her go that easily.

So now it was all on focusing on finding his girlfriend. Aria wouldn't go home, she wouldn't speak to her father. Her mothers maybe? No, it was too late. She wouldn't want to do that. Her friends? They'd listen to her. But then she would've taken her things with her, or stayed the night.

Then something hit him, and he knew exactly where Aria would be.

After grabbing a jacket, Ezra stepped out into the pouring rain, emitting a groan.

Right now, Aria regretted not picking up a thicker jacket. Her clothes were drenched, her hair was soaked and she couldn't feel her toes or fingers. They were going a different colour.

On the bright side, the rain camouflaged her tears.

It hurt Aria, to know that Ezra had lost it with her. In more ways than some. Her arms were fine, except a small patch of bruising. Nothing she didn't expect. She couldn't bring herself to think of it, what had happened. It ripped Aria from the inside out.

She had absolutely no idea how she had ended up at this bench. It was quiet, and right in front of the playground that'd she had been taken to as a child by her Father.

"I thought you'd be here." A voice rung from behind Aria, but she remained still. This was the last thing Aria needed.

"How did you find me?" She grumbled, folding her arms across her chest to keep herself warm. It didn't help, of course. Her teeth began to chatter.

"I come here a lot, I thought that maybe you would to. And I'm right." Aria didn't know whether or not to reply, so she instead stayed silent. "We need to talk about this, Aria."

"Well I don't. I don't want to think about it, or talk about it, it's done."

"I didn't mean to..-" Ezra began, pulling his jacket from his body to hold it out to her. As much as she wanted to turn him down, she needed it. "I didn't mean to lose it, or take it out on you."

"I know."

"I was stupid, and I'm sorry."

"I know."

"Now you're just being stubborn."

Aria rolled her eyes, shuffling in the opposite direction as Ezra took a seat beside her on the bench.

"Shut up, Ezra. Go back to the apartment."

"I'm not going anywhere until we've sorted this out."

Aria raised to her fine then, only to sit straight back down as Ezra spoke. "Sit."

"So sort it." She spat, refusing to look him directly in the eye. "I don't see what you expect me go say, Ezra."

"Say you understand, that you get why I completely lost it in there." Ezra paused for a moment, reaching out to take her hand in his own. "That you forgive me."

"I don't.." With a sigh, Aria glanced down at their hands, caught between pulling away and holding on as right as she cause. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight, no exceptions."

"Okay, okay. I can deal with that."

"And you're making me breakfast"

"Don't push it, Aria."