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I watched as the glass door fogged up each time I breathed in and out as I rested my head on the hand that was pressed up against the door. It was a misty, gray morning with no sun in sight. A rare morning here for Madrid, Spain. Usually, the sun was shining. But today was not the usual day. Today marked the third month of a very tragic moment. The death of Tony. The weather outside matched my mood perfectly. On the outside, anyone could think I was over it but inside the wound of Tony's absence still stung. Only the people that knew my so well could see the inside of me, the emotions that went with it; they saw I was hurting.

Sighing, I turned back to the glass shower, slipping off my white robe, and heating up the shower that blasted out hot water in seconds. I quickly slipped inside, steam fogging up the glass walls, hoping the hot water would wash my pain away. Nothing could. Only Tony living again would bring out the best Maya that was happy of living, not the Maya that was tired of living.

But today would change.

Or so I hoped.

I took a slow shower, one where I could enjoy the hot water. I would have taken a bath in the bathtub but I only did that when I was alone in the house and I wanted to relax with no interruptions. I turned off the water when I was done showering, and I blow dried my hair and after straightened it out. I had not done anything grand to my hair like this in the longest time. I needed to get a haircut, for one, maybe add a little color as well.

I slipped my robe back on and walked out to my room. I scanned my closets. Nothing seemed interesting enough to wear. Lately, ever since that tragic day, nothing really seemed interesting at all. I looked out the glass windows and noticed the sky was still gray. How depressing. I wanted the sun to shine again, but it was autumn in Spain. I went back to my closet with more insight on what to wear.

When I came out of the room, and into the kitchen, I was wearing some really awesome skinny jeans with rips on the knees and on the upper thighs. I wore a black tunic with a black dark, dark purple belt over my waist. My skinny jeans were tucked under my designer stiletto boots. This was probably the first time I had dressed up nicely in such a long time. Even my housemate was shocked.

As soon as I walked into the kitchen, my housemate, Kayla gasped.

A quick smile made my lips turn up.

Kayla gasped again. "A smile and finally some nice clothes! What's the occasion?"

I slapped her on the arm and ignored her question. "What did you cook me for first breakfast?"

Kayla had tagged along with me when Tony had died. It had been the day of his funeral that me and my mother had gotten into a fight. She said she was sorry that Tony had died and it was actually better that he had died and that I really didn't have a future with Tony at all. I blew up, telling her that she didn't know that the hell she was talking about and that she wasn't sorry at all. I told her that I needed to get away, to leave for a while and not come back until I was healed again. And I pretty much told her I hated her. Kayla tagged along with me, saying that that's what sisters are for. "Sisters don't let sisters do stupid things," she paused, " . . . alone." A mischievous smile lit up her face. And of course she had followed me. She was happier here. But she claimed she missed the sun a lot. The sun shined everyday in my Nevada and her California.

She set a place on the counter when I sat on one of the stools. "I cooked you some tacos, dear," she said in a motherly tone that I knew was over-exaggerated just for my sake.

"Thanks, mom." I said, using my innocent voice. We both laughed. "Really? Tacos for breakfast? Somehow, I love you even more."

"Tacos are little creatures that anyone cannot not love."

I stared at her and burst out laughing. "Oh, Kayla. What would I do without you?"

She smiled, those rare real smiles Kayla could only give when she was really happy. I could sense she was happy now because those real smiles were coming often at the moment. She was happy for me. I had not smiled or laughed a real laugh in over some time. She was worried for my well-being and would cheer on anything that would make me happy again.

She sat down next to me. "You're not going to find out. I'll always be here for you my sister." I got chocked up a little. I had to force a piece of my taco down my throat. "Soo . . .," she dragged out the word longer than usual, "are we going to throw that Halloween party?"

"I do not know. It's up to you." I did not feel like partying any time soon, but I would party for the sake of Kayla. She had been there for me when I needed her most. So I should be there for her when she needed me to attend this party.

"Well, I want to. But my mommy and I got into an argument. She made my daddy put a hold on my credit cards for a month. So I only have sufficient funds to keep me through the month. So . . ." She looked hopefully at me.

"I do believe my dad saying that all my credit cards had no limit . . ." I shrugged. "If not, I still have a rich granddaddy that loves me."

Kayla threw her hands up in the air. "I knew Maya would be our savior!" She yelled out like I was some kind of god.

"Okay, you creep."

She tapped her fingers on the counter impatiently. "Can we go shopping? The party is only three weeks away. And three weeks, in party time, is like a day away. We need to impress our guests with our unlimited supply of money." She paused. "Excuse me, your unlimited amount of money."

"I could not care less about money. Sure, it can buy you a lot of things. But happiness and a life is not something money can buy," I said, sighing sadly.

Kayla nodded. She understood I was suffering. She changed the subject quickly. "Well, I spoke to Kyle today."

Instead of feeling better, I felt worse. Coming to Spain made me lose all contact with my family, even my favorite brother Kyle. I had not talked to him, which meant I was not updated on anything new of his condition. I hadn't even called to make sure he was still alive. "What did Kyle say?"

"He misses you a lot, wants to talk to you, not on the phone, face to face, and that he wants to come visit you."

"Kyle can't be coming here, not with his condition and all—"

She stopped me. "Actually, he had some good news about his sickness."

"What?"

"Remember how the doctors pretty much gave him no hope of living?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, the doctors decided some start doing some series of chemotherapy him. And he is responding very well. Thanks to your dad's healing and some of the chemotherapy, the doctors said his prognosis has increased, adding years to his life rather than a couple months. Turned out the condition wasn't as bad as they thought it would be. He can live now!"

I was happy, really happy. Tears of joy started leaking out of my eyes. I wanted to see Kyle. Bad. "You don't know how happy that makes me." I started downright sobbing then. "Kyle is going to live!"

"Yes!" She was crying with me now. Finally, though, we calmed down. She looked at the clock on the wall. "I am sorry to ruin your happy moment, but we have to get somewhere."

"Where exactly do we need to go?" I asked, slipping on my trench coat, since it was probably the only thing that would keep me warm in this exact time of the season.

"We're going to the airport . . ."

"Why exactly?"

"To pick up Matt . . ."

I suddenly stopped walking to the door.

She turned back at me with a question in her eyes. "Is something wrong?"

"You know very well how much I cannot stand, Matt."

"Relax, Matt's not coming alone."

"Who is he coming with?"

"Two other people. The first person, you'll love. The second person, I don't know . . . She seems like a bitch. Don't know why Matt would bring his fiancée here?"

"Matt's getting married!?"

"Shocker, ain't it? I always pictured Matt solo all his life. I think her knocked her up or something." Of course Kayla would talk and talk about the situation, pondering all sort of things. "Well, Matt his my condolences."

"Condolences? Why that?"

"It would more prudent if I gave him my condolences rather than my congratulations."

"Why?"

"His future wife is a bitch. I must warn you beforehand. If you feel like slapping her, you go on right ahead on slapping her. At least try to be nice, just for the sake of the man you used to sleep with," she said, waggling her eyebrows at me.

"God . . . don't remind me of those tragic days."

"Tragic? More like pleasurable days. You know you liked it."

"You know you liked it, too."

She turned beat red. "How did you find out about that?"

I laughed. "Relax. I don't care what you did with Matt because he and I are over, done with, whatever you want to call it." I slung my purse over my shoulder. "Let's go. Or we will never make it in time with all that traffic." Madrid was beautiful but the small place really had a lot of traffic, due to the high population.

We lived on a house that was constructed on top of a rooftop. Weird, but it was an awesome way to live. We had a view of the whole place, all the lights; it was beautiful, beyond words to be exact. Kayla drove to the airport because I had no patient driving here. I only drove when I really wanted to go somewhere and Kayla wasn't around. The airport was only fifteen minutes away, but thanks to the all the traffic it seemed like thirty minutes away.

Kayla parked on the curb and I followed her inside. We saw our guests walking towards us, looking beat and tired. It was a long flight, at least twenty hours from where we lived. I looked at Matt. He had changed. Before, he hadn't given a shit about how he dressed; now, he did. He looked like a supermodel and kind of retarded because he was wearing shades when the sun wasn't even shinning. His girl, or his fiancée, was just like him. She had these weird-shaped eyebrows that made her look as if she was mad when she really wasn't. She was probably freezing in her outfit, but I couldn't blame her, she was trying to look good. The person behind them, now he was really gorgeous, taking looks after his daddy. His head was shaved off because he didn't have any hair growing due to the strong medications he was under. He wore a dark purple button-up polo that had the first few buttons unbuttoned to show off his chest, designer jeans that tucked in his shirt, and riding boots that tucked in his pants.

"Maya, it's wrong to check out your brother," Kayla whispered.

Not caring about anything, I ran up to him and threw my arms around him. He and I hugged each other for the longest time. It had been three months—three months!—that I hadn't seen Kyle. I started sobbing again. And this time was really embarrassing because we were in public. I couldn't care less of what the people thought.

"Maya, don't cry. It's just me." He was smiling, but there were tears in his eyes as well.

I pulled away and tried keeping up with wiping off the tears. After a minute, I just gave up. "I am so happy right now, you don't understand how happy."

"I understand, Maya."

After our little scene, I went, clutching Kyle to my hip, to say hello to Matt and his fiancée, Malinda. I saw that old love kindle in his eyes as he looked at me, but I couldn't care less. He had made his choice to go with her; I had made my choice to stay way from him and it was better that away because then I would have never experience those amazing moments with Tony. If I had learned anything about life . . . it was to tell the loved ones that how you felt about them because tomorrow was never guaranteed and it was better for them knowing how you felt, then regret not telling them. That's what Tony taught me . . .

"I don't get a hug?" Kayla asked, pouting a little.

Kyle threw her arms around her as well. "Of course you do, sister."

I saw Kayla tear up for a second. Then she pulled away from Kyle.

"Let's go home . . ." She suggested, motioning for Matt and his fiancée, Melinda.

"So, I am in Madrid, with my favorite sister and my favorite cousin"—he put his arm around us both as we walked towards the exist—"I am solo man, what do we do now?"

"Anything you want, my brother. Anything. I am just really happy to see you, finally, after all this time . . ."

Kyle smiled. A party was on tonight.

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