Amy was away again on business leaving Maria to mull over the events of the evening alone. A half pint's worth of Cherry Garcia and a warm lavender scented bath later Maria walked into her bedroom in her pajamas. A tight pink tank top and white shorts. She needed her most comfortable pair that night for the day's events had really taken its toll on her.
Maria sat at her vanity mirror and combed her hair. She leaned over to take a closer look at herself in the mirror. What was wrong with her? She was decent, quite pretty she thought to herself in fact. She had green honest eyes, long eyelashes, and full lips. She took pride that she was a real genuine blonde. So why was it hard for Michael to give her the time of day?
She thought after Michael showed her the Granolith they had made some headway. Courtney didn't even pose to be a threat as she thought she could've been. He had given so many subtle hints that he was still interested in her in so many ways. She missed their talks. Yup! Believe it or not to the rest of the gang, Michael was actually capable of holding a conversation. When it came down to it he used to really listen to her. She still remembered the one they had at that poor excuse of a motel room that mimicked a porno version of Aladdin during their adventure to Marathon, Texas.
She missed talking to him. She missed kissing him. Feeling the warmth of him on her skin. Every kiss which was passionate and full of so much trust. She knew the more she kissed him the more he would realize how she loved him, and that he was capable of that love and deserved it, and in turn he could express it to her as well. But then he killed Pierce and although Maria left a myriad of messages over the summer trying to convince him that he wasn't one, he never responded to her. Nevertheless she persisted in hopes to give him the courage he needed to accept that he wasn't a being full of destruction but that of protection. She tirelessly reminded him how much she missed him and loved him, but still he chose to just ignore her.
It was all just too much. Though she had remained strong and loyal to Michael all this time, Maria was beginning to feel its consequences. She felt the lump in her throat growing as all hope began to drain from her body. It was now beginning to take its toll on her. She saw her mouth beginning to quiver in the reflection across from her. Slamming her brush down and reaching for the switch she decided to call it a night.
She had done so much for Michael. She proved she loved him despite all the scary and difficult times. Yet he still couldn't trust her enough to return to her. All of a sudden the despair turned into anger! Her heartbeat beat faster and faster. Didn't he see how this was affecting her as well? Forget the fact that she longed for him as a boyfriend, not even a best friend would skip out on her performance. She didn't even mention it to Alex or Liz. She wanted Michael and only Michael to be there. She had written a song specifically to him. Her final hope into turning his heart around to join hers once more. Alas! It wasn't so. It never was. They were doomed all thanks to Michael's cold heart.
As she tucked herself into her covers the tears became pouring down her cheeks. They were tears of anger, frustration, and sadness and she went on like that until she fell asleep.
I deserve better. I deserve a man who fights for me. Waits for me! Appreciates me! I deserve a man who will be attentive, everything and more than Michael Guerin is.
Maybe it was time for Maria to move on.
