Midnight (One Shots)

Maya & Jonathan II

I expected Jonathan to come after me but he didn't. But then I didn't expect myself to cry the whole night either. The throbbing ache that Daniel brought back, even thinking of his name revolts me.

I know he will come back. I know he will try his best to annihilate my image in the best way he can. I can't even begin to imagine what Aahil's friends must think of me. All of it makes me want to die. All of it.

Then Jonathan. He always knew when I was upset and he's always checked on me.

Not this time. He stayed in his room the entire night, not another word from him. When I wake up in the morning, the smell of bacon and eggs greets me. A small part of me forgets the pain of last night, and I take a while in the shower before heading out to the hall, stomach grumbling.

I spot Jonathan at the counter, back to me and bend over something on the counter. He's wearing a crisp white shirt, and the chain of the dog tag glimmers on his nap.

He's ready to go to the bar. Suddenly I can't think straight. A familiar, hot lash of anxiety washes over me from last night.

I still ache from what he did to me.

And from the fact that he kicked me out of the room without needing to say anything.

"Good morning." My voice is hoarse and almost childish.

He crooks his head for a moment before replying, "Morning."

"Off to work?" I ask.

"Hm." He answers evasively. The tension thickens in the air.

"What's for breakfast?"

"I made myself eggs. You can make pancakes if you want."

I stare at him, unable to form words. He didn't even care to make me breakfast. He always makes breakfast for the two of us because he knows I'm useless in the kitchen.

I want to ask him what the problem is, but he just grabs his things and leaves. I stand alone in the kitchen until my eyes begin to burn. He doesn't need to be this cold, especially after last night. This is exactly what I was scared of. The distance, the coldness. It never made sense to me and it never will.

I spend the day playing no-good matches and dealing with some really bad internet problems. He didn't make any lunch either so I ended up ordering in. And then I slept until I couldn't deal with the silence.

I decided to go to the bar. The thought of seeing Jonathan makes my stomach tumble over, which confuses me more than surprising me. Instead of sticking with my usual jeans and loose shirt, I wear a pair of loose denim shorts and a tank.

It's hot outside anyway.

When I walk into the bar, once again Aahil's table is filled with him and his friends. Instead of looking in Jonathan's direction, I head towards an isolated corner and just stay on my phone, looking at my streams.

Only a hundred people watched them, but they were my entire family.

"Hi," Aahil's voice makes me jolt. He gives me a small smile, eyes moving over my outfit in interest. "Sweet fit."

I crack a smile. "Thanks, I tried."

"Can I sit?"

I hide my confusion and move a bit too far, but he doesn't seem to notice. He looks nice and smells better, but nothing brews in my stomach. I try to feel any of the breathlessness I've felt for him for as long as I can remember, but I can't. Nothing surfaces.