Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the awesome reviews to the last three chapters! I really hope you like this one–it's one of my favorites so far. (And this song just randomly came on my IPod so I'm taking that as a good sign!). Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Don't own Girl Meets World, just a girl who's still meeting her world

"But I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I'm only human
And I crash and I break down"

-Human, Christina Perri

"Maya!" Riley followed her best friend into their history class determinedly, waving an envelope in her hand. "You can't keep dropping this and thinking I won't pick it up! You need to read it!"

Maya looked at the outstretched envelope drily. "Yeah, no thanks."

"Come on," Riley persisted eagerly as they sat down in their respective seats. "Maybe your dad's coming to visit you and that's why he wrote you this letter."

"Fine." Maya rolled her eyes and plucked the envelope from Riley's hand. "But just so you know, I'm only reading this so you'll stop pestering me."

"Alright, class," Cory clapped his hands to get the students attention. "Today I'd like to talk about us–human beings. There's nothing else like us in the entire universe, but that doesn't mean we're perfect. Humanity has made mistakes, fallen down–history proves that. And what I want to know is why you think that happens?"

Lucas raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Friar?" Cory prompted.

"Because humans can only take so much before they break," Lucas answered.

"Exactly! It's–" Cory broke off, noticing Maya's head was slumped down on her desk. "Miss Hart, are you okay?"

Maya looked up slowly and Cory was shocked to see tears forming in her eyes.

"I…I..I'm sorry, Mr. Matthews," Maya stuttered before running out of the room.

Cory looked at Riley, Farkle and Lucas immediately and nodded. "Go."

They took off urgently out the classroom door, only to find Maya was nowhere to be seen.

"Where'd she go?" Farkle asked, glancing around the empty hallway tensely.

"She could be anywhere," Riley remarked worriedly. "I think we should split up. I'll look at her locker and the girls' room; Farkle, you check the art room and the gym; and Lucas, you can take…everywhere else I guess."

The boys nodded and the three of them scattered off in different directions, each shouting Maya's name anxiously.

...

"Maya?"

Riley hurried into the girls' bathroom hastily and hurriedly checked underneath every stall.

Nothing.

Riley ran her hands through her hair worriedly, and pulled out her phone. She dialed her best friend's number quickly and left a voice-mail.

"Where are you, Maya?" Riley asked herself anxiously.

...

"Alright." Farkle listened as Riley explained she was going to Maya's house to check for her. "Just let me finish checking the gym and then I'll go with you."

"Thanks, Farkle," Riley said gratefully.

Farkle hung up his phone and wandered around the gym, searching for Maya.

"Maya, where are you?" he called out fruitlessly. "Riley called and she's really worried. I am too. Would some melon balls help?"

Nothing.

...

Lucas was just about to pass the library for the third time when he noticed something move in the broom closet across the hall.

Quietly, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside. "Hello?"

He saw Maya immediately, sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of ripped up paper with tears running down her face.

"Maya." He breathed a sigh of relief and concern at the same time. "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter," she said hollowly.

"Of course it does," he insisted, coming over to sit down next to her. "I'm your friend."

He glanced down at the papers around them and picked one up in confusion. "These are your sketches," he realized in disbelief. "Why would you rip them up?"

"Because they're worthless," Maya replied angrily, arms crossed. "At least that's what my dad thinks."

"Wait," Lucas frown, befuddled. "When did you talk to your dad?"

"He sent me a letter," she explained bitterly. "That's what I was reading in class. He found out about my art show somehow, and now he's saying art is a waste of time, and that I need to find something that's actually worthwhile."

"Who cares what he thinks?" Lucas argued. "You can still do your art if that's what makes you happy."

"You don't get it," Maya looked at him, crestfallen. "My mom can't afford to send me to college–my dad's the only one who can. And he won't if he thinks I'm a failure. Why waste money on a lost cause?" she slammed her fists against the floor frustratedly. "I really hate him sometimes."

"I get it," Lucas said softly, watching as Maya stared at the wall opposite them emotionlessly. "I was really angry at my dad when my parents got divorced. That's why I moved here with my mom; I couldn't stand him looking at me like I was the reason their relationship fell apart."

Lucas paused and looked at Maya intently. "But here's the thing: it's not my fault. And it's not yours either, Maya. You aren't the failure, he is. I was so mad at my parents for giving up on our family, but eventually I let it go."

"How?" Maya asked, swiping her tears away half-heartedly.

"I realized that the way we are now is better for all of us," Lucas explained. "And you will too. But you have to let it out; you can't keep everything bottled up."

Maya didn't say anything, but her body crumpled into giant sobs as she let out all the grief and frustration she'd been ignoring for years. Lucas put his arm around her automatically as she broke down, and she clung to his warmth, burying her head in his shoulder.

After a few minutes, her sobs trickled off and she looked up at Lucas, all defenses gone. "I just don't want to be a failure."

Lucas smiled and pulled her tighter against his chest. "You aren't."

A/N: Please review! And feel free to leave song suggestions and/or prompts for me :) I need the inspiration!