xi. waiting
The months pass as thoughtlessly as Maya's summer. The minutes and hours pass sluggishly, but the days fly off the calendar before Maya has the chance to say hello, much less good-bye. The sense that he's wasting time is first and foremost on Maya's mind. He feels restless now that he's been given time off from being LM.C's Mayatan.
And it doesn't help that his life has changed its beat almost overnight since the hot, unbearable summer night Maya is trying so hard to scrub off his conscience.
But, like a streak of red across a white dress, it won't wash away.
And Maya knows it. He knows it will stay, invariably, staining his conscience with deliberate brush strokes and heavy colors, no matter how many cold showers he takes.
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