Playing Spies [l.t]

[3] Run

(Maya's pov)

I pulled away from the hug.

"Thanks Spencer, but I need to go." I said walking towards the door, as I wiped my tears.

"No, Maya wait!" He said desperately. I shook my head.

"I really need to go." And with that I pushed the bathroom door open and ran out of the diner. I know I'm probably going to get fired, but I really needed to get out of there before he started asking questions. I can't let anyone else in. If I do, trouble will definitely come my way. Sometimes, I get so tired of putting on a fake smile. I get tired of saying "I'm Fine" all the time. I get tired of having to hold the weight of the world on my shoulders. I get tired of this life! The only reason I'm not gone yet is Logan. Sometimes, though, I wish he was never born so I could be gone. Selfish, I know. But I'm just tired of feeling empty and numb all the time. I don't feel anything anymore. Not even sadness. I'm just numb. 

I sighed and walked towards the lake. When I got there, I took a seat on my bench. I call it my bench because every time I come here, I sit on the same bench. I closed my eyes, wiping other tears that came down and tried to calm myself down a little. I took deep breaths and counted to ten. 

"Maya." Someone said breathless.

Shit. 

I kept my head down, pretending I didn't hear him.

"I know you can hear me. You're five feet away from me" He said. I turned around, but kept my head down. My converse looked really interesting right now.

"What do you want?" I muttered.

"I-I don't really know what I want." He admitted.

"Then why'd you follow me?" I asked, frustrated. I think he knew I wanted to be alone.

"I-I don't know! You just looked so broken and- and I wanted to help" He whispered.

"Well I don't need your help." I spat and started to walk away again.

That's it Maya. You're doing good. Be mean to him so he doesn't talk to you any more.

I nodded to myself and kept walking.

"Goddammit, Maya wait!" He called again.

Are you serious? Couldn't he get the hint that I wanted to be alone?

I turned around, once again, waiting for him to talk.

"I just- look, my life isn't exactly the best. My parents died when I was 15 and so I was obviously put into an orphanage" He paused to make sure I was digesting his information. "Well, I couldn't stand the thought of being stuck there my whole life because I mean, who adopts a 15 year old? So I ran away and I 've been on the road ever since." He paused once more to take a breath.

"Shit, um, I really don't know why I'm telling you this." He said, running his fingers through his hair "But um, I never actually had a friend... and you look like a nice girl so I thought..." He looked at me with uncertainty of how I would react. I knew that the right thing to do was to hug and say 'yes I'll be your friend' and that's what I wanted to do. But I couldn't. He can't get involved with me because I'll just bring him more trouble and pain.

"There are plenty of other people who would like to be your friend." I told him with a straight face. His face fell. I wanted to cry, then and there, and tell him I'm sorry for being a bitch. But I couldn't.

"Goodbye Spencer" And I started to walk away, yet again.

"Maya wait."

Oh my god! Leave me alone! I'm just going to cause you trouble! I'm a burden! That's what I wanted to yell at him right now. But I bit my tongue and refrained myself from doing so.

"Please don't leave." He said softly, walking towards me. "I just want to get to know you." He said delicately. He was so close, our foreheads touched. I felt his hands go around my waist as I tensed. He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it softly. I gulped. I had a very strong feeling that he was going to kiss me. He leaned in ever so slightly and brought me closer to him, until not even a piece of paper could fit in between us. He leaned in just a bit more, but that's when I pushed him away and started to run. Just like I do from all my problems.

That's just what I did.

Run.