Ezria: a new era

Early misery

Ezra's P.O.V

I needed a drink. No, correction, I needed a liquor store, pronto. I couldn't move, I was paralysed by this feeling of depression and being mentally pressed down by so many memories I probably needed therapy for to forget.

I couldn't place where I was, I was overly tired and frightened by my own thoughts. I'd had them locked up for so long, most likely eating away my mind for years.

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Aria's P.O.V

I'd stormed home getting angrier by the minute. How dare he leave me there, all alone and hopeful. I just wanted to have it work for once, where everything just falls into place, like the night when he came back.

I'd followed him on a crazy limb, hoping that this guy was Ezra. Luckily it was and I'd felt safe again in his arms, having that feeling I hadn't had in a while. It was truly beautiful that night.

This was the only man I'd ever fallen in love with. The past few years have been the most gruelling shit for me, after I left Ezra - or more like he left this planet all together - it's been just one bad relationship after the other.

The first one was Xavier, who was a drug addict in which I didn't find out about until he'd overdosed on top of me. I mean, on top of me. This was probably the most awkward experience of my life. I don't think I even have to tell you that we broke up after that, I wasn't the only one embarrassed by that incident.

It was really hard to start dating after Ezra, I don't think I had more then 3 dates that first year we were apart. Xavier was the first guy that got a second date, I wonder why I hadn't seen the signs though. He was awfully skinny for a man and didn't seem to be all together all the time, he kind of reminded me of a hippy, in the sense that I thought he was just more free spirited. I'd believed this is what I'd needed, not a serious relationship like how Ezra and I were, which was probably why it was easy for me to ignore the signs.

I can't even remember the next two, they both started out nice and then ended up cheating on me, both times I walked in on it. One set a date for me to meet him and when I showed up at that time he was on his floor with some blonde haired chick that I just wanted to forget about. Of course those kind of images stay with you forever, regardless of how insane they make you. I was most likely highly intoxicated in that time.

The one before Dean was an asshole, and would treat me like shit anywhere we were. He didn't act like this on the first few dates I swear, it was only when he saw I was wanting out he became a dick. There were so many abusive words to me, whore, slut, stupid bitch, plus well... you get the idea already. This was just a handful of words he'd say when he was pissed, which was all the time apparently. I'd try to keep our dates where it wasn't public places because of his manner, but he was a persistent dumbass. I didn't want to say luckily here but he got in a drunk driving accident and died on the scene.

And then finally there was Dean, along with other dud dates that were a waste of time. Many resulting in Hayley calling with an "emergency" because the date was horrid.

Boy can I pick then.

Ezra was the only sweet one, who really cared about me and made me feel this special sensation of euphoria when we were together. He is incredible, despite these problems we've been having.

Although, being stood up can quickly change that opinion, as now I was crying on my (uncomfortable) couch with my phone in my hands, calling Ezra.

Every dial tone was agonising, I couldn't stand these past few years. I really thought it was going to change for a while, and Ezra and I would live happily ever after.

What a load of shit.

He didn't pick up, not that I was really expecting anything. I stared down at my phone as I heard the words, "please leave a message." His voice made me enraged, and I threw my phone with as much force as I could at the wall, watching in satisfaction as tiny shards of my phone landed on my floor with a clicking sound.

I was not going to sit here and waste myself away, never am I going to let myself be stepped on ever again. This was it, I was done with being treated like a dog.

I grabbed my bag and wiped my tears away furiously while searching for my keys. Ezra was not getting away with this, I needed to know exactly why he didn't show up.

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"Ezra!" I knocked on his door angrily, after politely knocking of course.

"EZRA!" I yelled louder, knowing he was home. Where else could he be? So help me if he was anywhere else but home he'd be in a world of pain. Not showing up is one thing but to be somewhere else like I was totally disregarded and forgotten would be a big mistake on Ezra's behalf.

"I know you're home." I said, this time more concerned. What if he had to go to the hospital, what if his family was in an emergency? No, he'd call me for that, I know it.

"Ezra open up!" One last try, hoping to god he'd open the door.

I reached under his rug and found his spare key, laying there in the most obvious spot. God knows how many people have broken in over the past 3 years with it just lying there.

That reminded me of the time that Ezra and I went pool jumping a couple years ago. Pool jumping is pretty much what it sounds like, you go into the suburbs and jump peoples back fences who have pools, it's really fun, and the rush of getting caught is so crazy, it's great.

No, I shouldn't be thinking about that, I was mad. Mad at Ezra. I put the key in the lock and rushingly opened it in attempts to stop myself from thinking about good times with Ezra.

"Ezra are y- Ezra!" I let out a scream and covered my mouth with my hands. Holy shit.