ONE YEAR AFTER

CHAPTER I

It's been a year since the last time I walked around this halls. Even thought I know a lot have changed this place bring me back to memories and feelings making me feel as if nothing has changed at all.
A year can make a huge difference in someone's life, the essence may stay the same but the personality and the feelings develop, they grow stronger as the time passes.
It's been exactly a year and two weeks since the last time I saw him. This entire time I had not one single new coming from him, no messages, no texts, no emails, no nothing. It kills me to think that he completely forgot me or even worst, that he moved on.
We were never a "real thing", I mean we were together and everybody in this town knew it, but it was never really official. Truth is, we never wanted labels, we were us, that was it, and it was more than enough.
I was his and he was mine. Unfortunately that changed the day I told him I was leaving. I didn't know for how long or if I would ever be able to come back, so I was honest with him. That was it, it was the last time we ever talked.

I had drama class now, it was my first period of the day, being in college means I get to chose the classes I take and at what time I want it. It is amazing for me because I could leave most of my mornings free. And since I'm not a morning person at all, its perfect.
I tried to get in the campus I little earlier today, so I wouldn't be late in my fist day. Not so sure about the next days but a first good impression is always welcome. Even when every teacher here knows you.
I used to be kind of known when I studied here, I guess that's why everyone is looking at me and whispering. It never really bothered me, l don't really care what others think about me. There is only one opinion that matters but I still haven't seen him so ,for now, everything is just as ordinary as aways.
I walked in to the classroom exactly at 10am, just as the bell was ringing, so much for being early...
Mr.John was a fun teacher. He always knew how to make his students stay focus, and for sure he was one of my favorite professors.
As I walked in I could sense at least a dozen pares of eyes staring at me while I was looking at mr. John, who was also staring with his mouth wide open. I loved the effect I was having on them but that was until something caugh my attention. Truth is, I didn't need to turn to know that he was here, but I did it anyway.
I thought that after all this time his eyes wouldn't affect me as much as they used to, but boy was I wrong. His eyes held that strong powerful feeling they aways did but they seemed as if they had changed a little, his hole posture was more mature but he also had a hit of what looked like loneliness and sadness in his expression. But, it didn't take long, his expression quickly changed to his usual one, the bore look that he always held to everyone, everyone except for me.
That look killed me, it was not the first time he looked at me that way, but that meant that all his walls were back up, even for me.
After the inicial awkwardness the class run out smoothly, Mr. John basically just explained to us what we were to expect for this semester. But my mind couldn't really focus on what he was saying because all I could think about was Him, and how those blue eyes looked so distant, so different from how they used to look at me.
The minute class ended he was the first out of his chair as if the room was to much for him and he needed to leave to be able to breath. I knew exactly what we was feeling and thats why I was following his footsteps out of the room not a minute latter.
He was walking so fast that by the time I reached him he was in the middle of campus. But as if to wait for me he stoped and when I was near enough to reach he turned around. There was so much I needed to tell him, but what I am aloud to is never going to be enough, not for him.
"What Maia? You think you can follow me around? Or were you actually innocent enough to believe I would forgive you left just because you are standing in front of me?"
"I know you won't"
"Then what? What are you doing here?"
"I need you."
"Really? Now you need me?" He asked moving closer. And I had to look up now to be able to see his eyes, because I need them to see mine.
"yes." I know he could see the vulnerability I was showing, and maybe that shaped something in him. Because not a second later that was no space left between us and we were kissing as if our lives depended on that.
His hands were rough on my neck and my waist as if he needed to be sure that I was really there. And my hands were holding his face to make sure he wasn't going to stop. But we had to stop.
He let go of me as if I was some kind of trash. He looked at me as if I was a mistake. And that hurt.
"Don't follow me. Don't even talk to me anymore. I don't care what you need. After all, why should I?" I couldn't answer, he was right. I couldn't ask him for anything. But I just didn't want to let him go, I just couldn't. So I tried to get closer but he just turned around and walked away.