Maya's P.O.VThe exam week passed in a blur.My face was so deeply buried in textbooks that I had no recognition of what was going on around me. My friends would ask me to hang out, but I'd always end up declining. Time was precious, especially when exams were so close, which meant I couldn't let myself waste it.I could slightly recall the tingle I felt when I walked into the exam room. I hated being in exam conditions. It was suffocating.But I got over it anyways.Couldn't say the same about my break up with Ethan though.A few days later, we received our end of year school reports, which included the final exam grades that I studied so hard for. I let the happiness soak into my bones as I savored in my perfect final exam grades. All A's — except for that one A-minus — but I wasn't going to beat myself over it. For the first time in weeks, I finally felt relaxed. No more vigorous studying, no more deadlines, no more schedules to meet.Also no more relationship.After our exams, sen
Ethan's P.O.VI gaze at my reflection in the mirror, taking in that this was going to be one of the very last times I get to do this. Was it weird to say that I'm going to miss this mirror?Or this bedroom.Or my everyday routine.My friends.My life here.My shoulders tighten when I hear a knock on my door, yet I felt relieved as the knock probably spared me from what would have been hours of overthinking.Hurrying over, I opened the door to see my dad standing in front of me. I was sủprised, to say the least. The last time he knocked on my door was when mom was still alive, which was years ago. And for the first time, he doesn't reek of alcohol and cigarettes."So, your flight to London is today?" he asked, still standing outside.I nodded. "At one.""You packed everything?"He sounded like he actually cared, which worries me."Yeah, I'm done packing.""That's good."A heavy silence fell and we stood there facing each other for what seemed like an eternity.His voice came out in a h
Dear Ethan,I suppose that since you're reading this letter, it means that I've decided to come to the airport to send you off. If I'm going to be completely honest, I didn't think I was going to go. Not because I hate you, but because I didn't know how I'd react seeing you leave. I have so many mixed feelings that I can hardly wonder where to start when it comes to saying goodbye.Being a hopeless romantic, I believe that everyone deserves a chance at love. It might sound silly, but after the countless romance novels and movies that I've watched, how can I not?My whole life, I believed the definition of love was two people being romantically attracted to each other and living happily ever after.Oh, how wrong I was.Ever since I could remember, I was known as the girl with very good grades, and I can't deny the fact that it was in fact true. I absorbed every material teacher taught with ease and excelled in tests. I know how to describe the process of protein synthesis in detail and
Ethan's P.O.VIf someone told me years ago that I'd find the love of my life and get married on the beach, I'd think you were crazy. But now that it was becoming a reality, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck lift in excitement as the limo pulls up to the resort where our wedding is being held.Maya has always dreamed of having her wedding on the beach and who was I to protest against it?The driver walks around and opens the door for me. "I wish you all the best on your special day."I sent him a nervous smile and tipped him. "Thank you. Have a great day!"The warm glow of sunlight rested upon my shoulders. Today, Maya was going to become my wife. God, I don't think I'll ever get tired of thinking her that way.Upon entering the room, the atmosphere was buzzing with excited chatter as children ran around between the tables. Since our wedding was on the beach, there was a pleasant breeze that rustled in the surrounding trees. Sweet strains of classical music drifted through the cr
Maya's P.O.VThe morning sunbeams peeked through the clouds and cascaded onto my blinds, indicating that it was the morning. I rolled over to check the time on my phone.6:45 am.That means I had precisely forty-five minutes until the bus came. The first thing I do every morning is open my window, taking in the fresh morning air. After my short therapeutic session finishes, my typical morning routine begins as I fumble my way to the toilet to brush my teeth and wash my face.Once I finished getting ready, I headed downstairs for breakfast. The kitchen was an absolute battlefield with mom stirring chocolate chip pancake batter and cutting up fruits at the same time."That's a lot of food for just breakfast," I said.She shook her head in denial. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."With a defeated exhalation, I dug into the pile of food onto the table. Fifteen minutes have passed and I was finally cleaning my last place. My mom wouldn't let me leave the table unless I ate
Maya's P.O.VAfter I told Leah that I could go, she made it a tradition to talk about the trip every lunchtime, or realistically, any time she could. When she managed to convince me, it was about over a month until the trip. But before I knew it, time flashes right in front of me as I prepare to head to the auditorium for the final meeting before the actual event.We walked into the auditorium to realize that nobody was here. The room was pitch black. It didn't surprise me that we were the only ones here as we were always punctual. Well, most of the time.Putting our bags on the floor, we got comfortable in our seats before pulling out our sandwiches. A couple of minutes later, a group of people walked in, and nosiness filled the room. I frowned at Leah, wringing my hands together. She knew I didn't do so well in big crowds, so she held out her hand as a sign of reassurance.When we heard the sound of Ms. Wilson's voice enter the room, both of our eyes widened as we hurriedly shoved t
Maya's P.O.VI didn't even need an alarm to wake me up. As soon as I felt the slightest hint of sunlight shine through my curtains, my eyes were already wide open. If it were any other Monday, I would have groaned and rolled back to bed, but today wasn't just any other Monday. Today is our trip to Europe.Sliding off the bed, I skipped my typical morning routine and headed straight to the bathroom. There wasn't any time to mess around. I half-curled the ends of my hair and changed into some comfy sweatpants and a v-neck shirt.I was, without a doubt, the most forgetful person in the world, which meant I had to double-check everything before I left the house. Rummaging inside my suitcase and mentally ticking off all the things I needed, after feeling satisfied, I went down to the kitchen for the most important meal of the day.I poured some coffee from the counter and checked my phone.Eighteen unread messages from Leah.Apart from reading the very first message she sent at 4 am saying
300. 301. 302. 303. 304.After Leah swiped the card, it made an electronic beeping sound. I ushered her inside and followed her inside the room. We threw out suitcases to the side.Leah sat on the edge of the bed."God, that was almost fourteen hours of traveling.""To be fair, we slept for the whole 11-hour plane ride."One of the first things I did was set a timer for 6 am. Despite knowing we had to meet at seven, I definitely did not want to be late, especially after seeing Ms. Wilson's angry outburst to Leighton. I fell into bed a short time later, my mind fading out to the sound of Leah's voice rambling about how excited she was to go to our very first destination of the trip.As soon as I heard the high-pitch sound coming from my phone, I woke up briefly, feeling disoriented. I blearily raised my head, my eyes checking the time. 6:00 am. I called Leah and told her to wake up, but all I received was a silent groan as she turned around with her back facing me. She snuggled into he