Lucaya//Oneshots

Sorrow

She stared up at her ceiling, hands clasped together on top of her chest as she calmly breathed in and out her nose. Maya glanced over at her door which was closed as usual. It was the midst of night and the girl was awake thinking. It was kind of weird to be back at her old house and in her old bedroom again. The girl was on break from college, and never realized how different things felt at home opposed to living with a roommate. She was always distracted by a million things going on all at once, whether it was studying for a test or going to another frat boy party.

But at home, nothing needed to be done. She ate, went out shopping, cooked and helped her mother around the house. There were rarely any distractions back at home. Which meant Maya Hart had a lot of time to think. Sometimes she pondered on the past, which is something her college professors tell her constantly not to do. It leads to trouble, they would tell her. Of course, unfortunately, Maya would erase that from her mind when returning home for vacations.

And the one thought on the blonde's mind was a memory she told herself never to remember again. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pulled out her cellphone and unlocked it. From there, Maya pressed the phone application, her shaky thumb hovering over a certain contact.

The corners of her lips rose up as she noticed the boy staring down at her face. "You're staring at me again." Maya turned her face to face him. "You do that a lot. Why?" Lucas wanted to smile, for behind his lips had a million explanations on why he wouldn't do that. So he decided to make his response plain and simple.

Lucas, who sat beside her at the tables they had at the library, simply shrugged. "Because you're beautiful." This was plain and simple to Lucas, but the words were just enough to make Maya's heart warm.

"There you go again." She rolled her eyes in fake annoyance while her insides were clenching with happiness. "Why do you always say that out loud?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Lucas blinked as his hand, which was resting on the table, reached over and was softly placed over hers. "I always want you to know what I'm thinking when it's you."

"I don't think you know how to be slick." Maya said, unknowing he had placed his hand on hers. Moments later, her eyes traveled down to her own hand, her lips parting. "Okay, well maybe you do. But..."

"But?" He scooted his chair closer to hers. Her smile only widened as she was at a sudden loss of words.

"I..really like you, Lucas." Her eyes reverted to his, pure and full of hope. Lucas reached up and caressed the side of her face as he leaned close, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

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Maya stared at her phone and locked it seconds later, placing it on her nightstand. She bit down on her lip as the blonde tried erasing the memory from her brain, but it was there, it was always going to be there. Written down in permanent marker in a corner she couldn't even reach to rub away.

The girl thought she'd be over it, moved on and finished. But here she was, about two years later, still thinking about the same stupid boy with the same stupid smile and stare he always had given her.

But it was something she was probably never going to see again.

The thought of that upset her again, again, and again. Repeatedly.

Maya's busy eyes remained on the masterpiece-well, work almost fully-done in progress in front of her as her hand glided across the paper with her brush. What her boyfriend of two months didn't know is that it was going to be his present for his birthday. Lucas knew she loved painting, but would never show him under any circumstances. It was personal, she would tell him. Just for her and no one else to see. He would reply, 'but you've shown Riley. What makes me so different?' And she would smile and her eyes would sparkle as she murmured in response, 'because... it really matters to me."