Maya & Pheonix

Chapter One ~ Recollection ! I wake up amidst a mountain of assorted paper work (Ewww...Did I dribble)
The clock's ticking incessantly. I was intending to dismount it from its position on the wall. Its too loud.
(What IS the time, anyway)
I look to the face of the clock ammersed in darkness it would be difficult to see if it wasnt for the beams of moonlight filtering through the blinds. Its highlighting the hour and minute hands. 4:00 a:m. I imagine the Clock laughing at my expense.
I look again at the hill and valleys of paper that have become my office.
(Geez,Maya)
Its a an extensive collection of forms, reports, slips and other assorted office paraphenlia, dating months and months old. Dust and paper appear to be great friends.
(Why cant I ever get this paper work done?) Its a valid yet unanswered question. Usually the smell of food calls to the bottomless pit that is my stomach. Or I feel too tired. Still growing after all. Or Pearl wants to watch a little vintage Steel Samurai. Numerous answers,
numerous distractions. But tonight was going to be different. Niether food not sleep would dissuade me from my purpose.
But it was there,harboured memories and thoughs... , revolving in my mind again and again . Shiny with its reflective surface. Small and gold, slightly burnished and worn with its age. He didnt ever look after it.
But it wasn't that old. It was his badge. The badge that worn numerous cases, the badge they thought would continue to win case after case. But didn't as of Yesterday.
(He was disbarred...) That morning I had watched the news on the vintage black and white set. Our only T.V within the Kurainn community, called 'snowy' because of its grainy flake snow storm on perhaps every channel we had bar one.
It was headline news as anything relating to him ever was. He was a revelation to the world that is law, known for his ability to bluff and his association with the impossible, he accepted the rejected and neglected cases that appeared beyond saving. He was always their representitive.
And what does a successful underdog proffessional require? a sidekick..a partner in crime...etc, etc? BINGO! And I, a 17 year old Maya Fey was just that, the 'plucky' co-council as I recall the black and white prints referred to me as. I was his assistant and friend...I looked at him with admiration even if he didn't know that. I looked at him with the eyes of a teenage girl and her crush. I can smell all the aftershave he wore, feel all the textures of his suits see the handsome sillouhette of his face, in the dark, projecting against the wall as he opened the door to come into my bedroom...and he did so every night for months. The months we had stolen for ourselves before I had I would have to go home, to Kurain. As I sit here in the dark, I open my heart and my mind to the memories once again and everytime I do I promise myself I wont do it again because each time I reflect on my feelings for him, I conclude that I loved him and I still do. I can see our fingertips enclosing as we wait for the bus in the rain, the warmth of his breath against my cheek as he goes to kiss it. I see him laughing, his eyes and smile illuminating the room. Like sunshine.
The floodgates of my memory open and every feeling and thought they ever contained comes tumbling out and as I sit here in the dark, the clock ticking away the minutes, the moon enhancng my reverie, I realise Im crying. I know I miss him. I miss Nick. But then it came to an end. One night at Eldoon's noodle bar had decided that for me