three months she had been admitted, lost and alone. ( although her mother visited often, and her friends from time to time ) maya spent her nights suffering the aftermath of her choices. at first she was unwilling, neglecting the treatment she desperately needed, but when she continued to see her friends and family thru her room door, the tears in their eyes of the loss they had from her attempt only triggered maya to be something better. she knew she was nothing like this, she knew she was better. the depression hit her hard, it ate at her, and she only wanted to be free. after her last dose, she was to follow suit in falling asleep, but it never happened like that. the new york air, the sounds, the lights, it kept her awake, and it only brought her to drag her feet across the cement tiles near the road, the soothing sounds eventually cradled her to near sleep. the night was strange, different in pieces, a feeling rushed over her, as she came in contact with him, the dark figure. knowing the days and weeks maya had been here, new york was no place for a friendly, as she turned on her heels, taking another glance of the man nearing her, noticing a familiar feature, the dark locks, the dark eyes, the height alone could call him out on it, as she was facing zig novak, the boy, who in all, had been her everything. “zig?’’ she whispered softly, realizing he probably couldn’t hear her tone. @ziignovaks