Summary: It's something only she can do. And Mia knows it.
The world is cruel, or at least that's what she thinks after hearing the accusation that's being made towards the man that saved her. Can't anybody see? She asks herself while she grips the edges of her short, straight skirt. Trying, with a lot of effort, to contain the tears that want to leave the refuge of her pupils and escape all the way through her cheeks.
"What should I do?" Maya speaked in the loneliness. She looked out the window of the office that her sister once owned. And she wasn't there for her anymore. "Sis… What should I do?" She sobbed. "I want to help, but… I can't do anything."
Is in that moment that, without realizing it, she starts to felt sleepy, and her eyes begin to feel heavy. Maybe is because of the horrible experience (first of many) that she lived, however, she stubbornly wants to remain awake, she wants to think. She wants to break that thing in her head just to help that man, her savior.
"Maya…" Before losing consciousness a soft voice whispers to her. Once again.
The first thing she sees when waking up is a piece of paper, small and wrinkled. It has Mia's handwriting.
It's a message.
She reads it impatiently as she blinks. After sniffing and wiping her tears, she smiles, she looks at the mirror of the bathroom and touches her face just to slap herself lightly.
"You can do it, you can…" That's what she tells herself as she leaves the office, determined to go to the trial of Phoenix Wright.
Meanwhile, a small paper rocks with the breeze of the wind that enters through the window.
Give him all your support and smile. Because when you do it, I can assure you that… you will be able to make him smile with you. You're good with that.
With love, Mia.
