A/N: And now, here is the last chapter.

Thank you everyone who followed, faved, and reviewed this and I really appreciate that. Now, I don't know why I do this to myself, but time to break my Lucaya heart. Here we go…and…I'm sorry.

And, as always, this isn't proof read. Sorry for the mistakes.

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Maya has never felt so damn nervous in her life.

She feels like she can't even breathe correctly as she makes her way to the front door. Before she knocked, she took a long breath and smoothed out her long dress that she hated wearing. She couldn't believe she was even doing this. Right as she was going to turn and walk away, the door flew open.

"Maya?"

Maya took a sharp breath. Riley had changed. She was no longer the tall, lanky, longhaired brunette with a bubbly, glowing smile. She was still tall, but not as lanky (she was still thin, but not as awkward looking), she cut her hair to shoulder length, and her smile was not as bubbly and glowing but it was still a smile. And the bags under her eyes made her look older than she really was.

"You really came?" Riley asked. "I didn't think you would…"

Maya shifted her feet awkwardly and fiddled with her fingers. "Yeah, me neither…"

They hadn't seen each other for fourteen years.

After Lucas was claimed guilty and arrested, Maya knew that everyone would hate her. Topanga and Cory told her that they could get her help, but Maya refused. Farkle and Zay asked her why, but she said nothing. Riley didn't even look at her, and she knew then that she lost her best friend. So she left with Andy and never returned.

Riley called a few days later. She told Maya that they were all visiting Lucas in jail and that she should come. Maya told her that she promised would be there.

After a couple of months, Riley realized that her promises were empty and stopped calling.

Maya never visited Lucas. She just didn't have the guts to face him after what she did. She knew he probably hated her, and she didn't blame him because she hated herself, too. He would rot in his cell for fifteen years because of her. The guilt weighed on her shoulders so heavily that Maya had a hard time doing…well, anything. Andy would tell her it wasn't her fault and she should forget about it. But she couldn't. So whenever she went back to the store to buy more make-up to cover her fresh bruises, she told herself that she deserved it.

Maya wasn't the only one who made empty promises.

But it was okay. She felt like she got everything she deserved because of what she did to Lucas. She should suffer with him.

Maya sighed as she remembered the first time she met Andy. She was graduating from college and went to a party to celebrate and he was there. Maya noticed right away that he held stunning similarities to Lucas: the same green eyes, blond hair, muscular and tall body—everything. So when he approached her, Maya didn't reject him. He was so sweet and caring and just perfect. That was what she thought.

After a month, the abuse started. Not physically, just emotional and verbal abuse. But Maya convinced herself that it was okay and that she was okay. He was the closest guy to Lucas she'd ever meet, anyway. But that thought always made her guilty. She was head over heels in love with Lucas, but he was head over heels in love with Riley. She was tired of years of heartache and rejection as she watched him and Riley date and go through their perfect relationship. She just wanted Lucas to love her like that, and Andy was the closest match. She never told him that, of course—and she never had to. About four years ago, Andy told Maya (in a poorly written, careless note) that he was done with her and he already got what he wanted. He found another poor girl and left.

To say that Maya was heart broken would be an…over statement. In fact, it would be a flat out lie. A part of her was sad that he left (they had been dating for more than ten years) and she couldn't use him to make her feel better about losing Lucas. The other half was relieved she wouldn't have to get beat every day. So she fixed herself up, got the job she always wanted (she always wanted to teach art, but Andy wouldn't let her), renewed her license, saved up for a car, and moved to get a fresh start. But she didn't make any friends (she felt like she didn't deserve anyone) and felt alone and hollow and guilty. She spent those years crying herself to sleep in her lonely, empty bed every night.

"Well…I'm glad you came, Maya," Riley said earnestly, breaking the awkward silence. And, for a moment, Maya wondered if she really did lose her best friend.

"Thank you," Maya said, stepping in when Riley gestured for her to walk in.

Maya looked around anxiously at all the people. She didn't know when was the last time she saw that many people at once. The unormally loud music made her head thud with a painful headache and she just felt so out of place and scared.

She was really starting to rethink her decision of coming back to New York. But Riley called her (for the first time in years) and told her she was having a welcome back party.

For Lucas.

He had finally served his full sentence and was released. Of course, all of their friends and family were there crying because they missed him and they were happy he was home. And the only reason why he was in there was because of her.

Just as she was making her way back to the door to run away, she was him. He was smiling as he talked to his son, Aaron, who was now 16 years old, and practically crying because he finally would be able to see him everyday. He was smiling as Riley came over and hugged him and Aaron and he just looked so happy. But Maya saw behind those sparkling sea-foam green eyes were years of loneliness and despair as he sat in his jail cell. Taken from her father, prison changed a man.

Maya wanted to walk over to him and tell him that she was so very sorry for everything and she missed him and she loved him and she was okay now and she got a fresh start and she hoped they could, too, and she's slowly getting better and she was still broken but not beyond repair anymore and she changed and she wanted to tell him that the guilt never left and she thought about him every day and she hoped and prayed that he would forgive her so she could finally forgive herself and hoped he could be okay, too, and that she was just…sorry.

Maya's thoughts went blank when he looked up and saw her. Somehow (she honestly didn't know how her legs moved without her) she was standing right next to him and she forgot everything she wanted to say and only choked out a couple of words because she forgot how to breathe.

"Hi, Lucas."