"You can't just run away".
The pain in her eyes was unbearable. I'd asked her to come with me, to San Francisco, but she couldn't leave. Her family and friends were here and I was being selfish asking her to run with me, but I knew it was for her own good, her safety.
I turned away from her. I couldn't let her see more tears fall from my eyes.
Becasue she was brave and I wasn't, but I was Maya and I could keep secrets. I could keep her safe.
I walked past her, through the fancy white gate and onto the street.
"Hello"?
"Yeah, Noel, it's me. I'm at Hanna Marin's house. Any chance you're in the mood to party"?
Three Months Ago
My bags were packed and Emily was on her way. The candles were lit and the girls were downstairs giggling about how happy Emily would be. Yet, my tears wouldn't stop falling.
I was leaving Emily, gorgeous, Emily Fields for three whole months because of my stupid decision to keep smoking some herb. I could hear her downstairs questioning her reason for being here when they clearly knew she was upset. I chuckled dryly. Maybe there was some hope of her missing me as much as I was going to miss her.
Emily stopped mumbling when she saw me light the very last candle. I could see her choking up near the door, but she never stopped walking.
"Maya? I-I thought you mad at me, you didn't answer your phone".
I smiled as she talked about me hating her. As if I ever could. Did she remember the whole "I care about you… so I'll wait" line?
Hate her? Never.
We danced with the music softly playing in the background and I could feel her warm tears gliding across my shoulders. We kissed and I thought about the time we'd be apart and the time when I give her space. So many clocks would be ticking waiting for me to return to my Cleopatra.
And when we made love that very first time, those clocks stopped ticking. Giving us the time we very much deserved.
