Ezra's POV
I slowly crept out the door to Aria's apartment, trying to look like I'd never been here. I left the key, exactly where I'd found it and headed to my car where I sat for awhile. Thinking. I pounded my fists on the car wheel, sending beeping noises into the air. I didn't care who saw me or heard me. I was mourning Aria, although she wasn't dead. She wasn't here with me. She had moved on.
When I finally got the energy to drive, it was pretty late so I decided I would stay here for a couple days. Maybe try to see Aria tomorrow. I found a cheap hotel room on the outskirts of New York and settled in. Maybe tomorrow I'd have better luck.
