Smoke and Fire • Lucaya

Chapter 24 : I'm not okay

Riley's pov :

I drive to Maya's house and knock at her door. Come on, come on! Someone answer the door! The door finally opened, thank god. Liv was standing by the door with a bowl of popcorn in her hands.

"Hey Riles, what are you doing here?" She asked me.

"I'm here to see Maya" I quickly replied

"She's in her room"

I walked inside, trying to find Maya. She was no where to be found. I approached her room and I heard a beautiful voice singing.

I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song's my sorry

Oh

At night I pray
That soon your face
Will fade away

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby

It was Maya's voice, she was singing 'Everytime' by Britney Spears. She was terribly upset. From that song, I could totally tell that she was heartbroken.

"Knock, knock" I said while knocking at Maya's door. Right after that, I came into her room.

"Hey" She said, faking a smile.

"You okay?" I asked worried.

"I messed up, Riles" Maya's voice cracked at the end.

I sat down on her bed, next to her "Are you mad at me for not telling you sooner?"

"No, of course not" She paused and took a deep breath. "I'm mad at myself for being so selfish" She said while looking to the ground.

"What do you mean?" I asked her confused

"I let him go because I didn't want him to hurt me, little did I know that I'm the one who hurt him" Tears were streaming down Maya's face.

"Maya, please, don't cry" I said, wrapping my arms around her.

"Riles, I would like some time, alone, please?" Maya begged.

"Of course peaches" I said as I got up and reached for my bag. I went out of Maya's room without saying a word.

Maya's pov :

The past 3 months he had been gone. I thought that he just didn't want to see me, but the truth is he left. He left. He left me in pieces. It was only 3 months, but it feels like 3 years. Whenever I tried to call him, it always went straight to voicemail. God, I messed up, REAL bad.

I saw a picture of me and Lucas on my nightstand. I grab it and I broke down in tears. I had to cry to let out all that anger against myself.

It's like sickness the way I'm always thinking about him. I think about him every morning when I opened my eyes. I think about him every night when I turned off the light. His gorgeous green eyes always popped in my head. God, I wish I didn't push him away.

I still love him.