The Maia and Ross Diaries

C31 - Finale

As I found myself in the long bustling terminal I could sense the excitement of holidayer's waiting to be flown to their far flung dream destination.

I was one of those people, and I triumphantly walked through the crowds of people, in the big statured airport that was only flying to New York once, so I had to get moving. Nina, Austin, and Dana we're going to miss me, but we basically already said our goodbyes.

But it wasn't goodbye.

I was just leaving for a month, and I'd be back for Thanksgiving to endure my family hating me, and my friends missing me... most importantly graduation. The day where I look back on my high school years and treasure them know matter how much I don't want to, and the second part -- growing up.

I wouldn't say I was leaving school behind; I resigned from Unison once and for all. My grades throughout this year we're okay, and it seemed like that was enough for Yale. I was in, and if it wasn't for someone who called out my name before I could check in with the check-in-agent, I would be even happier. I could feel my stomach pulsating as I held back the tears, wanting to be brave in front of the person that broke my heart, and all those strangers. My phone buzzed and I took a look at it, trying my best to not look Ross in the eye.

He pushed people out of his way, rushing to come near my direction.

I told Ross your airport.
You'll thank me later.
-D

Ross. He ran towards me, but I stepped aside. "Maia!! You didn't tell me you we're leaving!" He yelled. He stopped breathing hard for a moment; he was following in my footsteps, like I chased him when he was leaving, he was chasing me. "What are you doing!?" He put his hands on his knees, still looking worn out... damn you, Dana. Whatever she was doing, she wasn't making anything better, than having me become face to face with my old love interest, as of 24 hours ago.

"Because maybe it's not any of your business." I said turning back around, before the line got impatient. Tugging my suitcases, Ross' took one of them, and I became full-fledged annoyed.
"What are you doing! I'm not here to play tug of war." I got out a line, not realizing my plane leaves in 20 minutes. "Shit!"

I walked up to him about to slap him, but of course he stopped me with his stronger grip. He pushed me back a little, but I was eager to get my things back.

"Your running away." He said looking at me, like he always did when he was upset.
"I'm not running away..." I said irritated. "I..."

"You don't want to see me," He pointed out, which was true, but it wasn't all just because of him. Sure, he gave me the boost to realize where I wanted to truly rule. And that was in Manhattan. "So you're just getting up and going... because of one stupid mistake."

Now that he already made me miss my flight, due to the huge line that I stupidly got out of, I didn't see why I shouldn't just set the record straight. He brought out the journal I threw away and I snatched it away. "You went through my trash?"

" Now, I know your running. You threw all the memories away." He frowned.

We we're facing each other, both not moving a muscle. He was still wearing his suit from prom, and his hair, still fixed like a professional did it. He made it classy, seeing how usually it was messy, but yes, he came all this way for nothing. Because I wasn't going back to Jacksonville. "I'm leaving to work on me." I smiled in his face.

"I don't need your pep talk..." I said, looking at the ground in secret pain.
"You're not okay..." He could see I was putting up another front. And if I broke the front he'd get what he's always wanted. But what if he lost me again?

"I'll be okay... when I leave from this world." I muttered at him. "Just... all I ever wanted was a fairytale... but after what you did ... you killed what was left of the good in me. Stop fighting it. Its over! Go home!"
"If you come back." He said firmly reaching for my hand and stepping closer. "I--"
I pushed him back as people started staring. "CAN YOU EVEN ADMIT WHAT YOU DID WAS WRONG!!?"

He looked at his shoes, deciding now he wanted to be a wall flower. "There's nothing worse than losing who you thought loved you... and who you thought was your best friend...I cannot stay here for the awkwardness, I'm not going back! SO LEAVE!" I pushed him again.

"The truth is...everyone is going to hurt you," He said grabbing my hands. "But you just have to decide if I'm worth the pain."

I pulled away. "Just because I let you go... doesn't mean I wanted to. You--"
"I messed up. Again, I know. I'm sorry I hurt you that you need to run away like this... but I need you in my life... and I'm sorry... I'm sorry... just don't leave... please... It's not about the happy ending... it's about us... our story... everything we've been through!"

I considered his words, but I realized if I go now my problems would leave me alone. The worst feeling is pretending I didn't care, when I did love Ross... but he could easily make a mistake again... and I thought, it wasn't worth the pain.

Turning around, about to ask the check in agent for my spot back, I foolishly realized I was in the real world where my plane must've already boarded off. He grabbed my hand facing me back toward him, and kissed me.

I instantly pushed him away. "Stop."

Irritable at the moment, he rugged in his pocket, and a black box came out. A tiny black box...He opened the box, and the most intriguing diamond ring was looking me in the eye, full of brilliance & fire. I looked at the ring for a moment, in awe, covering my mouth, and letting the tear get the best of me and looking back at Ross wanting him to not say the words.

He got on his knees.

"Get up." I said.

"My mom gave me my trust fund, and I bought this ring, to propose the rest of my life to you. I was going to do it at prom...."

"Right." I said angry.

I nodded sideways my head wanting him to stop talking, crying to the point where I was going to just run away, and let him talk to the air... but he had his eyes fixed on me, with his grin that always flattered me.

"And I know we didn't get to slow dance... but if you can just see how much I love you... I want you to marry me."

I was evasive. Wiping my tears, I tried my best to put on a straight face. "I can't marry you. It's not in sickness and health... I don't want to spend the rest of my life with somebody like you. How dare you put yourself in another girl, and think later I'll be okay. To drop this bomb on me, at an airport! I can't be with some one like you. I can't marry you."

"Maia forgive me!!" Ross cried. "Seeing you mad at me! I don't know what to do anymore... I miss your smile... I miss me making you happy, already... I want your forgiveness... And at the end of the day it's just you I want... not Allie. You know that!!"

"Just let me go." I walked away, as I accidentally bumped the boxed - ring out of his hand, and letting it fall to the ground made me go crying out of the airport, even leaving my suitcase, I didn't care anymore. How could I turn down such a plead.
Maybe I was running away from my problems, but at this point I didn't care. I didn't want to see the devastation I pulled on Ross. This was all too much... marriage!?

I was just going to run until I was tired. I didn't care what happened to me. All I did know was I had to get away from Ross. Inconsiderate of anybody's feelings, I ran like the rest of my life depended on it.

Sometimes it last in love, sometimes in hurts instead.