He was there. Walking towards her, slowly. It was taking forever. She wanted it done with. She wanted her bruises already. It was causing more pain for her to see him walking slowly towards her. Seeing the anger in his eyes, his fists clenching. He approached her, and stopped, barely an inch away from her. He raised his left hand, and slapped her in the right side of her face. She bent over in pain, but he took his hand, and connected it strongly with her wrist. She screamed with pain.

Aria Montgomery shot up from her sleeping position, stirring her boyfriend with the sudden action. It was the tenth nightmare she had had about Jake that night. Of course, she didn't wake Ezra, she didn't want to, she couldn't bring herself to wake his peaceful sleeping body sometimes emitting small laughs. She didn't want him to worry. She brought her legs up to her chest, and slid her shirt covered arm over her forehead which was glistening with sweat. She sighed, and Ezra opened his eyes slightly. He gently sat up in his bed, and put an arm around his girlfriend. She leaned into him, and shut her eyes. Savouring the moment. She didn't do it enough. He didn't either.

"I think I should." Aria whispered, and ran her fingers delicately up and down his chest.

"Think you should what?" Ezra replied, confused at what she was implying.

"A therapist. I think it would be good for me." In the least, Ezra was shocked. He never thought she would want to go, he thought she'd be screaming at him. He never thought that she would want to go.

"Are you sure? You don't have too. I only said it might be good for you." He started running his fingers up and down her arm.

"We didn't want to go to Dr. Sullivan at first, but she helped us, even if we didn't realize it. So, I think it will be good for me."

"Alright, if you think it will be fine, I'm with it."

"Are you sure?" He nodded. "I'm sorry for waking you up," she said in a softer tone, and he pulled them both down onto the bed, wrapping his arms securely around Aria's waist.

…

"Don't say that word." Aria said for the fifth time. She was in a therapist office, in Philly. She was already annoyed at the person sitting in the chair. Her name was Rose. It was one of those places where you called the therapists by their first names. Aria didn't get it, nor did Ezra, they just booked an appointment straight away.

"Aria. You've got to learn to hear that word. You can't be afraid of it." Rose said, and Aria shook her head.

"I'm sorry. I just can't listen to that word. If you were…" She trailed off. "You would be afraid of that word too."

"I would be, but I would learn to deal with it, because I know that is what I would have to do to improve." Aria nodded her head.

…

"Alright, today we are starting a new topic. Poetry." Mr. Fitz said, writing poetry on the chalkboard. The class groaned, while Aria smiled. She loved poetry. "We're starting off with 'My True Love Hath My Heart' by Sir Philipp Sydney."

"Sir, why are we doing a poem that sounds like a romantic one?" A guy called Kyle asked.

"I have no idea, it's on the English Syllabus." Ezra replied, and handed out a book to everyone. "Turn to page twenty-six. Miss Montgomery can you read it?" Aria nodded.

My true love hath my heart, and I have his,

By just exchange, one for the other given.

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;

There never was a bargain better driven.

His heart in me, keeps me and him in one,

My heart in him, his thoughts and senses guides;

He loves my heart, for once it was his own;

I cherish his because in me it bides.

His heart his wound received from my sight;

My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;

For as from me on him his hurt did light,

So still methought, in me his hurt did smart:

Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,

My true love hath my heart and I have his.

"If you guys look into it closely, and read between the lines. What does it represent?" Ezra asked the class. The same hands went up. Spencer's. Arias. A few other people who were surprisingly good at English. "Miss Hastings, what do you think it represents?"

"I think it represents doomed love. That something happened, but they still love each other after everything, and don't want to give up." Spencer replied, and Ezra nodded.

"Exactly, does anyone else have anything to add to what Spencer just said?" Hands went down, apart from Aria's. "Miss Montgomery, what would you like to add?"

"I think it also represents doomed love. That one of the insignificant others had something that had made their relationship not what it used to be, but even through all the drama, they might be hurt by the action, they still love each other."

"Exactly what it means. Well done Miss Hastings, and Miss Montgomery." The bell rang, the students got up, and started packing their bags. "Your homework assignment is to write about a doomed love. It can be real life or from a TV show. Due tomorrow." The class groaned once again, they all scurried out of school eager to get home to play video games or hang out with friends. It left Aria and Ezra in the classroom. The classroom where they began.

"If I could guess, that poem kinda resembled us. You having a son, both of us hurt by the fact we had both kept secrets, but we kinda do love each other, a lot." Aria said, sitting on her desk, watching him pack up. He chuckled.

"Yeah it did, and I didn't even choose it." He replied, smiling. "Still coming over to mine?"

"Actually, no," she started with a slight smile. Disappointment showed on his face. "I'm spending all evening at my boyfriend's apartment. We're gonna eat Chinese food, and have a make-out session on the couch."

"I hope that goes well for you." They both chuckled. "My girlfriends coming over to my apartment, maybe I'll see you."

"Yeah, you will."

…

Aria Montgomery was straddling her boyfriend on his leather sofa in an intense make-out session. She placed her palm flat onto his naked chest, she ran her fingers up and down his abs, and pulled away from the kiss, looking at them. She got up from the couch, and stared at them. He chuckled at her. They weren't that well defined before were they, she thought to herself, and her nose scrunched up in confusion. He chuckled once again, and pulled her back down onto the couch.

"Have you been working out?" Aria asked him, glancing downwards at his slightly swollen lips.

"What else was I supposed to do? I needed to look good for you if you came back to me." Ezra replied, brushing some of Aria's hair out her eyes.

"I'm sorry for walking away that day. It was just really hard, and it didn't feel like it was us. I'm sorry. I'm always blaming you for giving up on us easily when we could've fought, but I didn't fight for us."

"It's okay, I understand," he laced their fingers together, "It was hard for you, and I shouldn't have put you into that situation."

"You didn't. Wes did." She kissed his lips gently, and moved her free hand to his hair, as he kissed back, bringing them down onto the couch so Aria was lying on top of him, and he was underneath her.

"You really should be doing your English homework." Ezra said into the kiss, and she chuckled, and pulled away from the kiss laughing.

"Oh god." She murmured, laughing. She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip. "I thought I already was." Ezra smirked, and both their gazes moved to each other's swollen lips. Ezra swiftly captured her lips in his, and ran his fingers gently along her back.

"You really should be though," he teased, and she pulled away laughing once again.

"I should be, shouldn't I?" He nodded, but he didn't think she'd actually do it. "Better get it out the way then." She winked at him, got her laptop from the coffee table, and moved onto the chair next to the couch. He whined.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it." She chuckled.

"Well, if you're my teacher again, I guess I gotta work hard to make you happy."

"You don't need to work hard."

"In class I do, because I swear to go, one look, and I'm distracted."

"Yeah, because you don't just stop and stare in front of the beautiful girl two rows from the window, and then all the students are just like what." Aria chuckled.

"I missed the bell, a few days ago, Hanna had to kick me. Stop distracting, I need to do this."

"Alright, but we're ordering Chinese food, we got a bit carried away."

"A bit, I would say a lot."

…

A knock on the door sounded at the same time Aria shut her laptop, they chuckled, and Ezra got up to answer the door. He came back with the Chinese, and put a movie in. Aria moved to the couch, and opened up her Chinese order.

"What movie did you put in?" Aria asked.

"The Great Gatsby."

"Good, I haven't seen it yet. Have you?"

"No, and I'm shocked that you haven't seen it."

"I'm shocked you haven't either. It's one of your favorite books."

"I thought I should've seen it with you, it didn't feel right otherwise to go without you." Aria moved closer to her boyfriend.

"That's the same reason I didn't go."

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