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Author: Terri
Summery: Maria's looking for something she has lost…. Herself
This is Michaels POV
Disclaimer: You all know the drill, characters not mine, show is not mine, yada, yada, yada.
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Here we go again, Michael has decided that we shouldn't be
together, but this time it's different, this time I'm not going to stick
around, I can't do it anymore, I need to be away from him, I need to be me
again, so I've decided to go and try to find myself and maybe, just maybe I'll
decide to come back, I'm not making any promises though.
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Michael had his burrowed under the pillow when he heard the
phone but he decided to ignore it, he looked at the clock, 7.00am, there is no
way he was going to get up at this ungodly hour, and on a Saturday too.
Michael reached the Crashdown Café at 8.57am and strolled through the doors, he went to his locker Maria wasn't in yet, that meant he could compose himself until she came, maybe he had broke up with her, that didn't mean he didn't want to see her, he didn't think he would manage a day not seeing her, smiling face although she wouldn't smile at him the way she usually did.
9.15am, Maria isn't here yet, Mr Parker isn't too happy,
he'll have to work himself if she doesn't turn in, Liz has gone out with Max
and Is, they'll be gone all day, she'll come in, she won't let our break-up
stop her working she's too proud to let that interfere with life.
12.15pm, okay I'm worried, I've got another 45 minutes until the end of my shift, then I'm going to see her, she's probably cooped up in her house refusing to answer the 10 calls I've made, where the hell is she.
1.00pm, I've finished, Maria you better have a damn good excuse for not answering your phone 'cause here I come.
1.15pm, I knocked at her door a few times, no answer, she's out somewhere, she's probably hiding out at Kyles, I decided to use my powers to get in, she could be inside and just ignoring me, I opened the door and there's not a sign of her downstairs, I went upstairs to her room, nothing in there, but there was a slip of paper on the pillow.
What I read ripped the heart out of my chest:
To All
Gone to find Myself,
Back sometime,
Maybe
TBC.
