Ezra: And he doesn't know why you're doing it; pulling away from him. He's worried that maybe he said something that he shouldn't have, or maybe that he did something to upset you; he isn't sure, but he can't help but think that maybe it's his fault that you've gotten like this, that maybe it's his fault that you can't love him anymore. He thinks that it's his fault that you walked out of that door too, that he'd somehow pushed you out just like how you pulled away from him. He thinks that he's the one to blame, when the walls come crashing down and reality hits; he thinks that he's the one to blame that you're gone now, and won't be coming back.
Caleb: And you think that he doesn't notice the slight changes in your character, and the way that you've started to put up these walls around you. You think that he doesn't notice the way that you don't talk to him much anymore – tell him all about the rough day you had at work or something silly you and your friends did. And you think that he doesn't notice that when you lay beside him at night, curled up in his arms, and he says "I love you," that you don't say it back to him anymore. But he does notice, he always noticed, but now he just doesn't know what to do about it.
Toby: And he can feel it happening, the soft tugging so faint that it nearly goes unnoticed. And he feels terrible about it, because he doesn't know what he did; why you won't let him in anymore. And you're never home anymore, claiming that you're out with friends when his mind tells him differently. And he's never sober anymore, drinking away his problems; the ones that he can't bear to think about – that you don't love him anymore, and that what you both once shared is gone.
Jason: And he's trying all that he can to fix things between you, he really is, because he doesn't want to wake up one morning and find you gone, and realise all the stupid things that he did and all the things that he could have done to keep you beside him. So he strung together a weak apology, but for what he was unsure, and picked some flowers for you to try to make up for everything. But amongst the beautiful pink flowers he picked are weeds and he couldn't differentiate between the two; the flowers and the weeds, for he was no florist. And, you thought, maybe it represented your relationship a little, because it was lovely – it really was – but then there were those pesky little weeds that tried to blend in between but just couldn't. There were problems between you two; unsettled disputes and insults that weren't meant but still hurt all the same. And he'd tried to right it all, and to make it better, but you knew that even if you pulled out all the weeds, they'd just grow back and that things would fall to pieces again.
Mike: And he can't just let you go like that, with all this heartbreak and hurt and this silence so deep that it's become painful. He doesn't want to ever let you go either, not now and not ever, because despite everything he says when you fight, he loves you; always had and always would. But now here you both were, arguing once again, and he's scared that maybe this time things won't turn out the same; he's worried that maybe this time you'll walk away and he'll lose his happy ending, because he was too stupid to see it coming.
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FanficThese preferences will include Ezra Fitz, Caleb Rivers, Toby Cavanaugh, Jason DiLaurentis and Mike Montgomery. Enjoy!!!