Voices

TWO

Lucas's POV:

I heard a high pitched screech as the subway train stopped. I had been watching this beautiful girl the whole ride. The sound of the train  startled her awake. "I was going to wake you at some point." I said quietly. "Wha - what?" She said, sitting up. Besides us there was no one on the train. "What stop is this?" She asked, rubbing my head. "The last one." I laughed. Her voice seemed familiar but I couldn't tell why. "Do I know you?" She said, standing up cautiously. "I don't think so." I said standing up. I slipped off my hood and stuck out my hand. "I'm Lucas." I smiled.

Mayas POV:

He had several tattoos on his arms, they were beautiful. Vines and flowers that spread across his pale skin. He had a dirty blonde buzz cut and his eyes were sea blue. They were enchanting, magical in fact. Lucas looked like something out of a story book I would have read when I was young. "I'm Maya." I said, the corners of my mouth curling into a smile. "I like your ink." Lucas replied, gesturing towards the tattoo on my finger. "Oh... It's nothing." I said, hiding my hands behind my back. "No, tell me about it." He took my hand, leading me off the train.

"Well its my mother's hand writing." I said, sitting down on Lucas's bed. "Maya, my love." Lucas said, reading the tattoo. "That's so sweet." He said, still holding my hand. "I can imagine you don't get to see your parents often." I sighed. "My dad left when I was little and - " I felt tears gathering in my eyes. "My - my mom died last year. That's why I got this tattoo. She wrote me a letter the week she died. She opened it with 'Maya my love'." I failed in holding back my tears and soon I was leaning into Lucas's chest, crying heavily. I stopped, pulling away. "I'm sorry. I don't even know you. I shouldn't be here, I'm going home." I stood up and began to walk away. "No... Please stay." Lucas's voice cracked as he spoke. I turned around, smiling weakly. I couldn't go home when he was right there.

Lucas's POV:

"Hello?" Maya whispered. I sat up in bed. "Did we?" I sighed. I had done 'it' so many meaningless times. She laughed. "No, no we did not." I fell back on my bed, Maya actually meant something to me. I didn't want to ruin that. "Is it weird that I feel like I've known you forever?" She  sipped the hot coffee I had given her. "I feel the same way. It's like we've been friends forever." I laughed. "Maybe we were married in a past life?" Maya snorted. "We probably had 27 kids." Maya smiled and I smiled back. It did feel like we were great friends.

"So... You know my story." She walked over and sat down next to me. Eager to listen. "What's yours?" I looked down to his lap. "As soon as I finished highschool, I set out to find my parents." She stopped me abruptly. "You're an orphan?" I nodded and continued on. "I couldn't find anything about my dad, but I found out my mom worked at this diner in Brooklyn. So I went to find her. When I arrived, they told me where I could find her. In the cemetary." Maya gasped in shock. "Her headstone was covered in vines. The vines grew flowers that looked like this." I pointed to my tattoo. "So that's me." She gave me a sympathetic look. "We're both broken." She sighed, leaning her head on my shoulder.