For Ezra, watching his 18 year old girlfriend sleep was one of his favourite things in the entire world. Obviously, he loved her when she was awake and all, but every time he would see her sleeping his mood would actually change completely.

It was a sweet reminder that this girl, this beautiful, amazing, intelligent girl was his. The reason he could go on living, was Aria Montgomery.

This was enough to keep Ezra's mind occupied for about ten minutes, before the memories of Wesley rushed back to him. His brother, whom he had grown up with was now gone. He was dead, the reason however Ezra still hadn't been told why. Wesley had told him several times about people who had been after him, threatened to kill him but that was years ago. Maybe he had been involved in an accident? He was always out of it when drunk. Knowing Wes, he probably started a fight with a bus. That made Ezra let out a small chuckle, which led to Aria stirring in her sleep.

"Shhh.." Ezra whispered soothingly, running a hand along her cheek. After settling on her back, Aria slipped back into her peaceful slumber.

He did feel bad, about keeping her awake all night with his childish sobs. It must've been torture for the girl. Thinking about it now he did regret crying, an awful lot. It didn't help him feel better at all, and made his eyes irritant.

A knock at the door caused Ezra to let out a groan, he'd have to move. Pulling himself away from Aria, Ezra jogged towards the door, pulling it open to find nothing. Probably a prank caller, Ezra thought; Until he saw the crisp white envelope on the floor. With a glance in each direction, he picked the letter up and stepped back into the apartment. One name on the front.

Aria.

Who would know that Aria was here? Who would leave a note, actually? The only people that knew of them would've called.

Taking a glance at the snoozing girl, Ezra took a seat on the couch, and began peeling away the seal of the envelope.

It was nearly evening, when Aria finally came around to her senses, with a pulsating head. She would get migraines a lot whenever she was stressed, it was frustrating as hell.

With a low groan, she sat up in the bed, running a hand through her tangled hair as she searched the room for her boyfriend. Thing is, he wasn't there. The door was wide open. Where could he have gotten to? She strolled over to the table which had her phone on, leaving her mother a quick message to explain the situation, when she the letter caught her eye. It was... Addressed to her? Why was it here? Better yet, why had it been read? She grasped it up in her hand, and began reading over the words.

Dearest, Aria.

For weeks now I have been trying to decide how I was going to write this, and still now I'm struggling for words.

What I did.. What I did to you was unacceptable, and unforgivable in my eyes. At first, I was in Denial, but now I know. I forced you into it, I listened to your loud cries for help and yet still continued. I suppose I wanted to get back at Ezra, that was all that was running through my head at the time.

I wanted to know what it was like to be him.

Nonetheless, I'm sorry. I appreciate you not telling Ezra about this. It was the right thing to do, don't you think?

I mean, I'm not the only person that he'd be mad at.

Thank you.

Wes.

"You read it then?" A familiar voice said, causing Aria's eyes to shoot up and lock with Ezra's. "At first, I thought it was a sick joke, but them after reading it three or four times I figured it was real."

All Aria could do was stare at Ezra, her bottom lip trembling as she tried to splutter out an explanation to all this.

"Ezra.."

"Start from the beginning." Ezra said simply, closing the door behind him and taking a seat on the coffee table to listen.

Over the past hour, Ezra had been back at the bench, chewing furiously on his fingernails. Was he reading it write? Had his brother, actually done /that/? To his girl? To say he was angry was an understatement. He couldn't look at Aria the same again, knowing that Wesley had tortured her like that. Ran his hands along the side of her body, sucked on the delicate skin at her collarbone like she loved. The only difference was that Aria didn't love it. He could imagine her beneath Wesley's broad body, writhing beneath him for a chance to escape, screaming and sobbing and whatnot to get out of it. He shouldn't of left her alone. He shouldn't of been so selfish. Shouldn't of left her. If he had known before, Ezra would've made sure Wesley was dead himself. He was furious at Aria for keeping this from him though. How could she have kept something so... Vile from him? Ezra could've helped her get through it. Could've sorted this out for her. Had Aria told anyone else about this? About him? He couldn't get mad, not at her. She was the victim here.

"... That's when I knew something was off with him. The things he said. Then he started running his hand along my leg." Aria muttered quietly, her eyes glued to the floor.

"Stop. You don't have to do this, Aria." Ezra said in the gentlest tone he could manage. He placed a hand atop of hers, bringing it to his lips to brush a kiss along her knuckles.

Despite the tears that were rolling down her cheeks, Aria continued, telling Ezra every single detail.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me. You're /mine/. He shouldn't of taken you like that!" Ezra spat, pacing the room quickly.

"I didn't tell you for a reason!" Aria snapped back, rolling her eyes at his behaviour

"And that reason is?"

"You'd behave like this, Ezra. Childish. I'm not a toy, you know. You don't own me"

"No one is allowed to touch you but me. No one is allowed to run their hands along your naked sides, or kiss along your neck, or watch you bite on your lip to hide the moans. No one, but me." That hit Aria, she had no idea what this was about. She raised to her feet, raising a brow at him. He seemed to be calming down.

"Continue."

"No ones allowed to give you their shirts afterwards because you can't sleep naked. No one can dig their nails into your hips so hard that is leaves marks. No one but me."

Somehow, this intrigued Aria. And then she suddenly knew how to take both of their problems away for the night.

Slowly and antagonisingly, Aria began unbuttoning the shirt that covered her completely naked frame, dropping it to the floor to settle her hands on her hips. "Keep going, go on."

Ezra's eyes grew wide at the naked girl before him, spluttering out his words. "N-No one can feel your nails dragging across my back, or tug on their hair, or feel your hips buck against their own." With each reason Aria took a step closer, until she was flush against his chest, a hand trailing down it as she worked on unzipping his jacket. "And no one, ever; is allowed to make love to you but me" Ezra whispered lowly against her lips, before crashing them furiously against her own.