reviving: to regain life or consciousness
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that's what I needed to, I could either be unconscious forever. or, I could regain life. and none of those ideas, would lead to something good.
title credits go to @wonderfilled_lucaya
cover by me!
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
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THE WORLD HAS has a way of bringing two people together. Whether if it's through a computer screen, at school, or after someone's death. That someone's death was Riley Matthews, and those two people were Lucas Friar and Maya Hart.
Lucas entered the sanitary hospital walking towards the Information Desk. As of right now today was Lucas's 30th day in visiting the hospital, which means a tomorrow will be a new month.
"Hello, I'd like to see Maya Hart." Lucas drummed his fingers on the desk as the lady went typing on her computer.
"Room 201." Lucas replied with a quick thank you before making his way down to Room 201. Lucas had wished he had known sooner that Maya was going to be shot by his ex - best friend Zay who had also killed Riley with his little team and made Maya end up in a coma.
That's a lot to take in, but Lucas had found it was quite easy for him.
Lucas entered the room without knocking thinking no one would be in there, but had found Katy Hart, Maya's mom sitting next to her daughter silently crying. Lucas didn't know what was worse, the fact that a mother didn't know if her daughter was going to live or not, or that Maya was still laying there with her eyes closed as always.
"Ms. Hart." His voice barely came out as a whisper but it seemed to startle Katy.
She wiped her tears away, "I'm sorry I didn't see you there Lucas. You know she's lucky to have someone like you." Katy looked back at her daughter and walked out the door.
"I know." Lucas whispered as Katy left, he walked over to Maya and sat where Katy sat.
He did his usual routine which is to hold Maya's hand and talk to her. But today, talking seemed to be one of the things he seemed to suck at.
Instead he looked into his backpack, finding Maya's sketchbook. Lucas held the material in his hands carefully, it was the only piece Maya had left for him. Lucas took a deep breath opening the sketch book and looking at Maya's art.
Lucas knew Maya was talented, everyone knew it. He had always wanted her to be happy, and he found that art made her happy. So when he found out in seventh grade her mom had not come to an art show that he knew was important to Maya, he was rather mad.
But now, he knew Maya didn't at all change after Riley's death. He found that after Riley's death everyone started to lose a part of themselves, Farkle, his best friend, Maya, everyone.
Lucas kept turning the pages when he stopped at one. He gasped, it was a drawing of himself. He wondered how Maya could draw the exact shape of his nose, or add the right shading to his eyes, how she had added the creases in his face, everything was perfect.
Lucas looked at Maya, holding the sketchbook in his hand, "It's beautiful."
