Maya
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I don’t even realize I’m crying until my vision blurs and the white lane lines start to smear.
The tears don’t come all at once. They’re rough and sharp, coming down my cheeks with no warning. My fingers grip the steering wheel a little too tightly, nails biting into the leather. I blink hard, trying to see past the contorted traffic, past the honking and flashing headlights. But everything’s too loud, too much.
I can’t go back home. Not like this. I don’t even know where home is anymore. Ray is a piece of s**t and Thomas is on a trip.
Liam kissed me. That's the only thing that fills my mind.
And it’s everything I’ve ever wanted—everything I used to dream about when I was seven and thought loving someone could be enough. But now that it’s real… it feels so, so wrong.
Yes
