i like how i completely cut off Lucas lmao i said pack ur bags and get tf out? also idk what tf kinda shit i went thru but this one's kind of sad imo
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r.m.
Two more days.
Two more days until everything changes forever.
Two more days until I don't see Maya every day. I won't be able to kiss her or hug her or anything.
The house was practically empty by now. The only thing inside the building was a bunch of junk food and a few air mattresses. There were a few pots and pans so we could actually eat. You could hear the echoes of everyone's conversations in the vacant apartment. Mom and Dad shipped all of our stuff earlier, so we had nothing but our phones and a few clothes, really.
Mom and Dad took Auggie and Ava out for the day. They were both really upset earlier. Who wouldn't be?
I know that moving will bring new opportunities, but it still hurt. It still hurt that I won't see my friends, my classmates...I won't even see my relatives as often. But the one thing that would hurt for infinity is not seeing her.
To be honest, I don't think I'll be able to get on the plane. Dad would probably have to haul me to the gate. God, I knew that I would look insane, but I wouldn't care. I probably wouldn't stop crying even after she's simply a speck in a building packed with people. Would I ever stop crying?
I shook the thought away and looked at Maya, who was doodling in her notebook. We were sitting at the bay window, which was quite literally the only thing that won't change in this house. Whoever moves in could paint the walls, redo the floors, whatever. But this would never change. She was leaning against the other side of the window.
"What are you drawing?"
"Us," she softly said, not looking up.
I smiled and admired how the sunlight struck her face perfectly. I gulped down that awful feeling. Lately, that's all I felt. My heart was breaking over and over again. I'd wake up every day and think that it'd disappear, but no. My heart's on a neverending loop of collapsing.
"Riles?" she looked up. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being there all these years," she shrugged with a smile. "For being my best friend, my best girlfriend, my best everything. For showing me that I'm not broken. At least, not completely. You fixed me. And I honestly owe you my life for that."
"You don't owe me anything," I quietly said.
"You were the one that showed me that hope isn't for suckers," she continued. "Without you...I'll just crumble and break apart all over again. I'll go back to thinking hope is for suckers because...hope isn't here anymore." -hope mikaelson lmao who's that
"Hey," I took her hand. "Don't say that. I'll still talk to you, Maya! Every single day. Reminding you that hope isn't for suckers. Reminding you that even though I'm not technically with you, you have a piece of my heart that's constantly screaming that there's still hope in everything you do. Promise me that you won't give up?"
She stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking at our hands.
"Okay," she exhaled. "Promise."
I looked down at her drawing and smiled. It was the two of us sitting at the bay window, almost like reality was printed onto a piece of paper. Our hands were intertwined. I glanced up and her eyes were gleaming with tears.
