Are you happy? You look happy. I'm glad.

I mean, it hurts a little deep inside because it used to be me that made you happy but still, I'm glad.

You deserve to be happy. You're wonderful.

I remember that I was happy during our short time together but…

It was Thursday and much like Arthur Dent before her, Maya had never quite been able to get the hang of them.

The silhouette across the way turned into a distinct figure now. Matthew. She had hoped for someone else somehow, but it was he that she intende…

The wind blew and gusted to Maya's back, blowing her long black hair into her face as she walked through the icy park that morning. They were like thick tendrils wrapping around her head and, ever annoyingly, kept fluttering around her mouth and her eyes.…