Yes, I know I promised I would have these chapters out quicker. In short, my power refused to stay on for me to write. I know how pathetically short this is for the wait, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
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March 22, 2018
Maya was never really a good drawer.
She had slowly traced an outline of Phoenix's face and hair around the shell of the card, and she was nearly done. She had gone at a snail's pace, but she didn't care. If this was going to be the card that kept her going through the next days, she needed it to be perfect.
What if I get out of here? How in the hell am I going to explain this card to Nick? I may need to hide it in my pocket and just dump it somewhere… No, I don't want to dump something I've worked so hard on. Plus, when I tell of my amazing stories when I go free, they might open a museum about me or something! This can go in the box under the tag: 'Things that Maya loves…'
Maya slowed down to a freeze. Love. It's such a simple, yet such a complicated thing. On paper, it's a man and a woman, man and man, or woman and woman, having feelings for one another and deciding to just be with each other for the rest of their lives. It's supposed to be so damn simple, yet it's so damn complicated.
The paper never mentions the parts about "I'm seeing someone else." Nor does it mention the "I'm sorry, it just doesn't feel the same between us." It doesn't mention the break-ups that tear your heart out, it doesn't mention the parts where you catch your partner cheating on you. It doesn't mention having kids and then putting them through a nasty divorce because you didn't like how he hung out with his friends instead of you, or how she seemed so distant.
The paper never mentions abuse, either. The fact you can't tell someone about it or you'll get another slap. Really, the paper doesn't mention the bad stuff.
But it doesn't mention the really good stuff, either.
The dinner dates, the park walks, her beautiful eyes, his amazing voice… The parts where you laugh with each other or poke harmless fun at one another. The paper doesn't mention growing up with the one you love and living the happiest life you can. The paper sure as hell doesn't mention the raging, flaming love you can have for someone, but then being too scared to tell them because what if they don't return the feelings? He's saved you in court, you've taken a tazer for him, he's taken care of you after your sister's death…
Whoa… This is getting way too personal.
Maya loved Phoenix Wright.
Maya Fey of Kurain village, the girl with the overly long hair, brown eyes and the power to channel Spirits, loved Phoenix Wright, the spiky haired, the dark blue eyes, and the power to save lives. She loved his never say die attitude, his clumsiness, his kindness, his looks, his voice, his… His… His everything.
Point out any single thing on Phoenix Wright, and you can bet Maya Fey would love it.
Maya sighed, slightly smiling as she looked at the finished picture. His grin, the ability to smile no matter what. That was something her sister taught him… His hair, spikier than ever. His eyes, filled with courage and determination. Maya had Phoenix in her hands, she could see him again.
He was out there, probably tired from a sleepless night… It was light outside, and Maya soon realized she had stayed up all night drawing this damn picture. She didn't even feel tired. She looked at the picture a bit more. The trial was today… When the sun went down, Maya would be in Phoenix's arms, or she'd be dumped in a river.
Maya slowly raised the picture up and she kissed it softly, feeling as if she was kissing Phoenix. She closed her eyes, and even though she was only kissing paper, she pretended she was laying her lips on the man's own lips. She had been rescued from him, all was okay, and they were happy. She was pretending that was all happening, and it filled her with so much joy.
"Oh, Nick…" Maya whispered. She rested the card against her forehead, keeping her eyes closed. "Please… I know you can make everything right… I want to see you again…"
Suddenly the door opened, and the same man who had kidnapped Maya stood at it, his hand on the doorknob. He had a revolver in his other hand, and it was pointed directly at Maya. She backed up, gasping slightly, holding the card to her chest.
The man indicated to the room behind him. "The trial is beginning. You have front row seats."
Maya felt her pulse quicken. The man told her to stand up, and she did, holding the card closely to her. The man turned around, walking into the room behind him. Maya went to walk over to the room, but she stopped. She had to make one last adjustment to that picture…
She grabbed the sharpie, and held the card against her lap as she quickly scribbled Nick onto the bottom of the card. She laid the card on the ground, and went into the room. The man was sitting at one desk, a bunch of monitors around him. He pointed the gun at Maya, and indicated for her to sit in the seat next to him. Maya obeyed.
The man pocketed the gun, and grabbed a cup of tea. Maya thought he was being kind, but she soon realized he had made it for himself. God, she was hungry.
"I do hope you enjoy the trial, Miss Fey. It may be the last thing you ever see."
Maya clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and said one last thing…
I know you can do this, Nick… I know I'll see you again!
After all… The power of love can overcome all.
