A/N: Draaaaaaaamaaaaa. Melodraaaaaamaaaaaa. Angst.

This chapter is strange. I'm skirting off the deep end for this chapter, but from what I researched, this isn't uncommon. You'll see what I mean.

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Disclaimer: I do not own GMW, but Lucaya is bae.

I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm…

Maya sat up abruptly with a gasp, breathing hard, blinking wide eyed. She was disoriented, her mind still spinning and her body feeling stiff and sore. Rubbing her eyes to focus her blurry vision, she looked around.

And her brows lifted high on her forehead.

She was sitting in a field of yellow and white dandelions in full bloom, plump and cute and smiling at her in a way, no end to them in sight. The sun was high in the sky, its cascading rays of sunlight gently bearing down on her. And the sky was gorgeous and blue, with fluffy, cotton candy wisps of clouds dancing through it.

Blinking in confusion, Maya rested her hand on her abdomen, only to grow even more confused when it was flat. Alarmed, she dragged up her shirt, looking down at it, but there was no bump. No protrusion. No nothing.

Where was her bump?

Where was the pain? She was pretty sure she had been in pain, but she couldn't remember from what.

Had she actually been in pain?

What was she looking for?

Why was she here?

What the hell was going on?

The questions all attacked Maya at once, piling one after the other and driving her more and more to deeper disconcertion with each one that she found she couldn't figure out the answer to. She hated it.

She didn't seem to have any of her belongings with her and no cellphone to make any calls. Great. So she was trapped in an unfamiliar and kind of crazy world with no method of communication and no way to contact anyone she knew. What was her life?

Maya stood up shakily, stretching out her arms and intending to explore. Though based off of what was around her, she didn't think she would find much of anything.

There was a sharp breeze that pushed her around a bit since she was unsteady on her feet, and Maya turned away, trying to shield her face from it.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a figure on the horizon, aimlessly standing in front of what looked like the edge of a cliff.

"Hello?" Maya called out to the figure.

Maya thought it was a person, but she couldn't really tell. They were unbelievably blurry, despite the area surrounding them being clear. Maya took a few cautious steps in that direction. The figure cleared up a bit and Maya could see that it was a blonde woman. She was thin and frail and had a slight dejected slouch to her shoulders that Maya instantly recognized.

"Mom?"

The woman turned around silently and though Maya couldn't see her face clearly, her build looked just like Katy's. She reached out towards Maya, holding out her hand and Maya smiled, feeling relief in her chest that she wasn't alone here. She didn't know what the hell was going on, but at least there was somebody here who she knew.

Maya started walking in that direction.

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you~"

Maya spun around in surprise at the new voice behind her. There was a little blonde haired girl with pigtails in a puffy blue baby doll dress sitting where Maya had been just a few minutes ago. Her face was also blurry. Maya knew she'd never seen the girl in her life.

But she knew her. Somehow, though she couldn't figure out or pinpoint where or if they'd ever met, Maya knew her.

"Who are you?"

"I don't really know." The girl said, blowing a dandelion puff and giggling as it blew away in the wind. "I was hoping you could tell me. I think you brought me here."

"How?"

Maya didn't even know how she got there herself.

The girl giggled again and laid on the ground, rolling around a bit in the flowers.

"I don't know. You figure it out. You're older."

Maya approached the girl cautiously before sitting down next to her and trying to see if she could make out her face. But the face remained slightly blurry, though Maya knew the little girl was staring back at her.

"I don't know who you are…" Maya said softly, "I'm sorry."

The girl sighed, picking up another dandelion and then putting it behind Maya's ear, tucking back some of her tangled hair.

"Do you know who you are?"

"I'm… Maya…" Maya hesitated.

"Not your name. Who you are."

"I-I'm…"

And Maya frowned.

Because for some reason, she couldn't figure out the answer to that. Well, she could, but only one thing was coming to mind.

"I'm pathetic." Maya said staring at her slightly shaking hands, "I'm someone who deserves to be left… That's who I am."

There was a tug in her chest and Maya grimaced as a feeling of pain ran through her heart for a moment. She felt like crying. She didn't even know why.

The little girl stared at her for a moment before leaning forward and putting her hand above Maya's heart.

"Well I know you. And you're not pathetic. You're not someone who deserves to be left."

"Yes I am…" Maya felt tears sting the back of her eyes as she suddenly remembered her horrifying breakup. "…I hurt everyone I care about. They're better off without me."

"Do you honestly think Lucas is better off without you?"

Maya frowned, staring at the girl in confusion. "How do you know who Lucas is…?"

"Your heart is telling me this." She flexed her fingers where they were resting above Maya's chest. "You two have been through a lot. You've been through too much to just give up like this."

"But I hurt him. And he didn't deserve that. I don't know if he'll ever take me back."

"And if he did take you back, would you go back to him?"

Maya stared at her hands. "I don't know. I've already made his life harder than it needed to be. If he sticks with me then he'll only have more hardships."

The girl removed her hand, sitting back with a pout on her lips.

"But he loves you. And you love him."

"Enough to let him go."

"But is it worth it? Being miserable?"

"I don't know."

The girl contemplated her silently for a moment, her head tilted a bit sideways as she regarded Maya curiously. Maya stared at her, trying to figure out why she felt so at ease with her. Why it was so easy to talk to her.

"What's he like?" The girl finally asked after a while of silence.

"To a lot of people, he's Prince Charming." Maya smiled fondly. "But not to me. To me, he's just Lucas. Always a huckleberry."

"Hmmm…" The girl smiled excitedly. "I want to see him!"

"I do too…" Maya admitted, wringing the hem of her shirt.

She wanted to speak to him. She wanted to see his smile at least once more. She wanted to apologize to him for all the pain she'd caused him.

"Well then let's go!" The girl hopped to her feet, a flurry of dandelion petals scattering in the breeze from her motions. "Let's get out of here!"

"How?"

"Follow me! I know the way to go!"

Maya stood up in confusion, taking her little hand. The little girl led her towards a warm bright white light that Maya hadn't noticed beforehand. She felt a pull towards it. Like she needed to step inside it. When had that shown up?

Maya frowned, taking a slight step back. "Are you sure we're going the right way?"

She was pretty sure those death clichés in books and movies always involved some type of light. You apparently weren't supposed to walk towards it. And what about the other lady, the one that looked like Maya's mother?

Maya glanced over her shoulder. The thin, frail woman was still standing there, her hand outstretched to Maya.

"I can't go with you." Maya said, her brows furrowed.

The woman's hand fell slack against her side, and she just stared at Maya, head tilted a bit to the side. Maya didn't know what to make of it.

"Why is she all the way over there?"

The little blonde girl shrugged impatiently. "I don't know, but we're not supposed to go that way."

Maya frowned in confusion. She cupped her hand around her mouth, hoping her voice could project far enough.

"Mom! Come with us!"

The frail woman shook her head and then earnestly reached out her hand to Maya again. Maya felt strange. She wanted to go over to her mom. But there was something strange about the way she was beckoning Maya over.

"Do you trust me?"

The girl tugged on her arm and looked up at her, the smile on her face easily visible now.

"I do, but…"

Maya looked at her mother near the cliffside, conflicted.

"Then let's get out of here."

"Maya…"

The little girl smiled and continued to pull Maya along towards the light. With a sigh, Maya followed her, letting herself get engulfed by the warmth and wrapped in the embrace of the light. The girl slipped her hand out of Maya's who suddenly grew anxious when she did.

She smiled wistfully. "Goodbye Maya."

"Maya…"

"Can you tell me who you are?" Maya asked the girl as she started to disappear.

"Maya…"

Beautiful sea foam coloured eyes sparkled in amusement.

"Maya…"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"Maya…"

She giggled as she faded away, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm…"