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What if you want to forget your past and you forget who you are instead?
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What is the nature of a snow flake? How does it happen that the particles of water join together to form a perfect star, and then change their structure to turn into steam? And then again in a magical process they join once more but this time it’s the form of liquid that they take on.
Brain is just another system of particles and cells. So wouldn’t it be convenient if it could take any form we would want it to take? Wouldn’t it be really nice if we could shape our thoughts and memories according to our will? Make the ugly unwanted ones evaporate and disappear into thin air without as much as a soft hiss…Make the perfect creations of our mind…
The girl turned her eyes unwillingly from the window and focused on the lecture again. It was so much nicer to observe the snow flakes whirling in the air behind the window pane. They seemed to be dancing to some tune that human ears were unable to hear. There seemed to be quite a different world just behind the thin panel of glass: cold and mysterious, alluring her to discover its secrets. Yes, the secrets of physics were so much more tempting to her then the lecture in the metaphor of the late nineteenth century texts. Maya tried to focus her eyes and mind on the board but her thoughts fled disobediently away.

Loud rock music was thumping in her ears. She tried to focus but her vision was blurred. She recognized Patrick’s face though as it swam closer to her.
“Want another one, Maya?” He leaned over to hand her a spliff.
The sweet taste of marihuana hit her system and she closed her eyes listening to the complicated tune rewinding in her ears. In the depth of her mind she saw the snow flakes dancing in the air only she could hear the tune this time. She moved her hands not able to decide whether she did so to catch the flakes or to conduct their wild dance.

“You’ve been with the gang again!”
Aiden shook his sister holding her by her shoulders as she entered the wide hallway and slammed the door behind her. She didn’t mean to, but the heavy leaf slipped from her hand and closed with a bang.
“So what?” She laughed.
Her head bobbed back and forward as her brother shook her and her hair fell over her face.
“You have to stop it. I won’t cover your absences at school any more. Either you pull yourself together or I’m out of this game.”
“What will you do? Will you let the social service take me?” She sneered.
“If I have to…I’m serious Maya. I can’t do anything more. I’ve tried but I give up.”
“Why are you so…?” She was trying to find a word to describe his attitude but her stoned brain refused to cooperate. “I’m just trying to cope with my past.”
“Smoking dope and doing hell knows what else?”
“It’s quite a good way…It works.”
“No, Maya. For God’s sake, I’m only nineteen. I have a life of my own, too.”
“Oh, do you?” She scorned. “If you insist to call this pathetic existence life…”
“That’s it, Maya.”
Aiden turned away and walked up the stairs leaving her in the hall.

She had a terrible headache but the doorbell kept ringing. Maya dragged herself down and opened the door. There was a strange woman in a suit in the assist of two men on the doorstep.
“Are you Maya Davis?” The woman asked.
“Yes.” Maya felt a tinge of panic. “What is it?”
“We were called by your brother, Aiden Davis. Is he in?”
The woman pushed inside and the three of them came into the living room downstairs. Maya followed them. The idea of escaping through the unprotected door dawned upon her only when she found herself in the room with the strangers. She must be still under the influence, she thought.
“I’m Amelia Cole. I’ve been assigned as your curator by the court.”
Maya stood in the middle of the room speechless.
“My brother Aiden called you?” She made sure of the fact still dumbfounded.
“Yes. He claimed to be unable to care of you anymore and under the law of New York State we are entitled to escort you to a young offenders’ institution.”
“What?”
“Unless you agree to enter rehab and go back to school afterwards.” The woman looked at the girl hard.
“Yes.”
“Yes, meaning what? You’ll go to rehab?”
“Yes.”

Maya sat at the window of her small impeccable flat with a book in her lap. What made her go over the memories from the rehab again? She hated them. Not because she lacked anything there. That was a private institution that Aiden placed her in. They had enough money for that. But the recollection of cruel analysis her psyche was subjected to made her cringe. She was made to analyze her childhood, relations between her and her mother and father and it all exposed her own weakness and made her ashamed of herself.
Aiden was right: he was only three years older and he took upon himself the responsibility of taking care of her. It was hard for him, too. He should be concentrating on his studies, not on his problematic sister. He should be meeting friends, having fun, not sitting at her side as she threw up in the toilet, or going around the city, looking for her to bring her back home from yet another drinking bout.
The therapy made her sober enough to realize that and look at her life from perspective.
“You used to be such a bright kid, sis.” Aiden told her during one of his visits.
He was right. She used to be interested in science so much…It was her whole life before…She willed her thoughts to stop there. She didn’t want to go any further.
Maya went back to school but she didn’t go back with Aiden. She had a huge deposit and she bought a small flat with the view on Central Park. Her brother and her curator checked on her regularly for the whole year but she went to lessons dutifully, just in another school. She had to break with her past and that meant breaking with her old buddies. She felt she was beginning to stand on her own two feet at last.
“You look really good.” Aiden commented seeing his sister at lunch one day.
She no longer wore black leggings and baggy sweatshirts over her skinny figure. She was no longer that skinny anyway. Bright colors were still beyond her, though.
“Thanks. How were your exams?” She asked in turn.
“Passed. All of them.” Aiden announced proudly.
“Wow, that calls for a celebration, don’t you think?” Maya asked and her brother looked distrustfully at her.
“Won’t you stand me a coke?” She smiled a teasing smile and Aiden’s brow smoothed.
“Sure.”
When Maya came back to school the greed for knowledge fought in her with the need to occupy herself with something. She needed something which would take her mind off the things she didn’t wish to think about. The result was that she got her first degree two years before everyone. She’s always been smart and now her determination combined with intelligence made her the best student at university. Maya had enough money and knowledge to make her dream come true now.

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         Maya was standing in the middle of a narrow street squinting her eyes. She stood motionless trying to overcome the nausea of panic washing over her in a sickening wave. Her stomach rose violently to her throat and her head spun. A woman going past looked at her worried and stopped.
“Are you all right?” She asked.
“Yes. Yes, thank you.” Maya drew the air deep in her lungs.
She managed to focus on a strange woman’s face and even twist her mouth in a resemblance of a smile. She felt it wasn’t too convincing, but it was enough to put the woman at peace and make her go away.
Maya moved too, forcing her legs to take one step, then another one. She walked along the street, watching carefully the buildings she was passing, but even so she didn’t recognize any of them. The feeling of panic grew again. She walked on not knowing where this road was going to lead her or what awaited her in the nearest future. She had no idea where she was heading.
At last she saw some trees emerging from behind the buildings and she breathed with relief. There was a little square in front of her, with benches and a few people rushing this way or that for reasons only they knew. Maya chose a bench carefully. This was the only thing she could plan or control right now. She sat down and started to think. It was a relief to hide from the burning sun and she was still so much confused that she just kept staring catatonically at the leaves moving in a slight breeze. Her brain was numb, she couldn’t make it work.
What has happened? She was standing in the middle of the narrow street but how did she find herself there? Where did she come from and where was she going?
“I am Maya,” she thought, “Maya Davis. Oh my God, I don't remember anything apart from this. Who am I and where do I live? What happened? Have I had an accident? Maybe a tumor, aneurism, or did I hit my head?”
She was thinking frantically. She raised her hands and felt her heads with her fingers, then she looked down at herself. She didn’t feel any pain anywhere and she didn’t look like she had an accident-her clothes were in perfect order.
“What am I to do now? It’s late afternoon, the sun is going to set soon and what then? Where will I go: the police, hospital?”
Maya considered her options.
The shadows in the park alley were longer every minute. How long was she already sitting here on this bench? She seemed to have roused form the deep meditation only to get lost in the stupor again. She had a feeling she was through it before, that the solution was somewhere deep in her subconscious and it would come in a while. She stayed on the bench afraid to leave the safety of the square. Where was she to go? She didn’t know this place, didn’t know where the streets visible from her bench led. Maybe if she walks around the place she will recognize something on the way? Yes, that’s it. Anyway, maybe she’ll find some solution on the way?
But before she got up she realized she had a bag on her shoulder. She opened it and shook its contents on to her lap. A mobile phone, lip gloss, tissues, some keys, a purse. Maya opened it feeling hope rise in her: five hundred dollars, some credit cards, and a driving license. Of course the name on it said Maya Davis but she already knew it. There was an address, too: 367 Addison Road, San Francisco. Maya opened the phone and looked through the list of contacts. Lots of names that didn’t ring a bell to her. She chose Angela Smith on an instinct. There was a tone ringing for some time before the connection was made.
“Can I speak to Angela, please?” She asked cautiously.
“Who’s speaking?” The woman’s voice in the receiver was alien.
“Maya Davis.”
“What is it about?”
“Are you Angela? Don’t you know me?” She tried desperately.
“No, I’m sorry but you must have a wrong number.”
“Your name was on my contact list. I thought…” Maya felt like a complete freak.
“I don’t know what you are up to. I don’t know you.”
“I’m sorry. I must have the wrong number indeed.” Maya gave up and pressed the disconnect button.
She tried with a few other numbers on her list but to the same result. Resigned she put the phone back in her bag and got up from the bench. She started along the street she’d come here, an unpleasant feeling of alienation and lack of purpose overpowering her. She reached the main street: there were more people and cars here, but still nothing familiar to her. As she was walking at some point her attention was caught by the entrance to the police station. She hesitated for only a short moment, then she walked inside.
An officer behind the counter stopped banging laboriously on the computer keyboard and looked up at her. He eyed carefully her expensive shoes, designer jeans and a leather jacket tossed over a soft turquoise blouse. Both the clothes and well cut, sleek, blonde hair of the girl said she was no ordinary customer. She didn’t fit among his ordinary clientele: prostitutes, thieves or mothers who lost their child in a supermarket because they were a bit tipsy and too preoccupied with the need to get another bottle of gin. Someone must have stolen her car from the hotel car park for sure, or maybe a purse on the beach. He’ll gladly help that girl out. It’s always some kind of a diversion from cheap prostitutes from Palmer’s Drive.
“How can I help you?” Officer Collins pulled his face into a broad smile.
Maya swallowed nervously, her mouth suddenly felt dry. They’ll probably think she was mental or having a joke.
“I have an untypical problem.” She said at last. “I don’t remember who I am. That is I remember my name, but apart from that I have no idea how I found myself in the street or where I am. I cannot recognize anything as if I were in a completely strange place.”
Maya broke seeing the look on the policeman’s face. He quickly changed his expression from mocking disbelief to attentive and helpful. Well, this was different from ordinary for sure.
“Well, uhm, have you got any documents? An ID perhaps?”
“Oh, right. Yes.” Maya quickly got out her driving license. “The trouble is I don’t even know if I’m in San Francisco at all.”
“Yes, you are.”
The officer studied the document and then passed it back to Maya. He looked at her for a moment longer and made the decision. If this girl was a lunatic, then she was a very attractive one. Or if she really lost her memory, it was surely not due to using illegal substances. Though, in this crazy world you could no longer be sure of anything, he thought with disgust. Even the wealthy and the famous found their place in rehabs when their mind started to go wrong. Maybe this girl really lost her memory.
“Well, I can send inspector Miguel with you to check on the address in your documents. We’ll see what happens.” He offered. “Please, have a seat and wait a moment.”
Maya obediently sat down on a chair across the room while the officer talked on the phone for a while. After a few minutes a young inspector came into the waiting area.
“This is inspector Miguel. He’ll take you to Addison Road.” The officer waved Maya back to the counter.
She followed the inspector to the police car outside. The man started the engine and as they drove through the city Maya looked out of the window curiously, hoping that maybe she’d recognize something on the way. She was disappointed, though. Even though it was nice to be taken care for even if for a short while, to be driven about with someone else taking responsibility.
“So, sergeant Collins said you can’t remember anything about your personality.” Her companion tried to make a conversation. The girl sitting in his car was too pretty to ignore her. “You just have an address?”
“You must think I’ve gone crazy.” Maya forced a nervous smile.
“No, why?”
“I really can’t remember anything.”
“Of course, it happens. I really hope we find your family or someone who knows you at the address you have. Everything will be all right.” Inspector Miguel gave her a consoling look.
They reached Addison Road and stopped in front of a big red brick house. They got out of the car and approached the door. If Maya hoped that she will recognize the house, the sight of this strange building with a broad driveway and well maintained lawn made her hopes fade without a trace.
“Cheer up. Everything will be all right.” The policeman repeated with a reassuring smile and pressed the doorbell button.
Maya swallowed nervously again. They waited for a painfully long while until someone opened the door. The old man that appeared in the entrance was a complete stranger to her. He eyed them with surprised eyes and asked:
“What is it?”
The remains of Maya’s hope vanished.
“Do you know Maya Davis?” The policeman handed him Maya’s driving license and the man turned it in his hand before handing it back.
“No, why?” He repeated.
“As you see the documents say this lady lives here. Ms Davis reported at our police station today claiming to have lost her memory and we are currently looking for her relatives.” The young inspector explained.
“It’s some kind of a mistake. The lady doesn’t live here.” The man opposed. “I’m sorry but I don’t know her.”
“Do you live alone?”
“No. Wait a moment, please. I’ll call my wife.” The older man turned and called into the hall: “Eleanor!”
A frail dark-haired woman appeared behind him.
“What is it Bruce?” She spotted Maya and the policeman. “Oh, hello.”
“The officer claims that this lady lives here.” The older man pointed at Maya and the woman eyed her up and down carefully.
“That is impossible.” She said. “I’ve never seen this lady.”
Inspector Miguel looked at the older couple for a while and then he sighed.
“I’m very sorry for troubling you. If you recall anything, though, please let us know.”
“Yes, of course.”
Maya stood like a marble statue during all their conversation. When the door closed she came to her senses at last.
“It seems they really don’t know you.” The inspector announced the obvious.
“And neither do I know them.” Said Maya quietly. “What now?”
“We’re going back to the station.”
They got in the car and drove back into town. Miguel cast a sympathetic look at the girl.
“Don’t worry.  We’ll get to something sooner or later. We’ll put you on the register of missing people and there must be someone who recognizes you. It’s a good idea to contact hospitals, too. Maybe we’ll find some information of an accident you might have been involved in.” He tried to cheer her up.
They stopped in front of the police station again. After a short talk with the inspector the officer who dealt with Maya before asked her into his office.
“I phoned all the town hospitals but none of them confirms having you as a patient. We haven’t had any notification of a missing person either. All we can do is wait until someone recognizes you. Have you got any money?”
“Yes.”
“Then I advise you to check in a hotel, perhaps the Union Square Plaza. It’s close, not too expensive and the standard is not bad. We’ll stay in touch. If we find out anything we’ll know were to look for you. Inspector Miguel will take you there.”
“Thank you. Good bye.”
“Good bye Ms Davis. Weird thing this address in your driving license.” He said looking after her as Maya followed Miguel to the exit.
‘Poor girl, she must feel lost and terrified. But what could he do more? He couldn’t take her home with him, could he?’ Pete Collins thought.


In an office paneled with dark wood a man sat back in his chair pressing  a phone to his ear. He clicked the keys on his computer pad with his other hand.
“Bruce Flannagan.” The man accepted a cup of coffee from the dark-haired woman and mouthed ‘Thank’s Ellie’ before turning back to the phone. He sipped his coffee while waiting for the connection with an extension number. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Ned? It's  Bruce Flannagan.” He repeated. “She’s come this afternoon, yes, just about an hour ago. Sure, we are keeping tabs on her, don't worry. Yes, she went to the Union Square Plaza. All right, I will.”

Maya closed the door to the hotel room. She went over to the bed and sat down. She had this strange feeling of déja vu again. As if this wasn’t the first time she was sitting like that, on a bed in an impersonal hotel room thinking what to do next.
For a time she was relieved. She was safe, at least for the night, for as many nights as her money would stretch. But then what? What if there will be nobody who knows her, if she doesn’t remember anything? When the money’s gone she’ll have to find a job, but what could she do? She had no idea what qualifications she may have. She felt panic rising in her heart again.
She went to the bathroom and stood in the shower. Hot streams of water let her relax, the tension slowly left her body and she took pleasure in the moment, leaving thoughts of tomorrow for tomorrow. After the shower she lay between cool sheets and closed her eyes so that not to look at the unfamiliar walls.


*


The inside of the huge office was lit by sunlight getting through the panoramic window which offered an impressive view of Central Park. Maya turned in her leather swivel chair towards the door in which stood her secretary.
“A courier has just delivered flowers.” The girl said and added with a smile. “It’s the second time this week.”
Maya got up and took the flowers from her. She put them in a vase on the table near the window. Among the tulips, irises and daffodils there was a card which said: ‘For the most attractive head of board of Virtual Globe, from Kyle, waiting to meet you in real.’
Maya smiled and then sighed and came back to the desk on which stood a large flat screen of the newest generation computer. Her long slim fingers keyed the password but she couldn’t focus on work. Her thoughts fled constantly to the evening when she was supposed to meet with Kyle. A flock of butterflies seemed to flutter in Maya’s stomach at the prospect.

Maya sat up on the bed gasping. Light got in through the cream curtains and the girl looked at her watch. Seven in the morning. She fell back on the pillow. Maya felt she shouldn’t be thinking about anything now, she should focus on her dream so that not to let it fade away. She should try to remember more. Was it just a dream or was it a memory that came to her, something that really happened?
She was in some kind of office, high up, she could see a park through the window. The secretary brought her flowers. Who from? She knew there was a card stuck to the bouquet but she couldn’t remember what was written on it. Shit. It was stupid of her to get up too quickly. She shouldn’t have made any unnecessary movements when she woke up. Next time, she promised herself.
Maya got out of bed and went to wash herself. For a moment she looked at her reflection in the mirror and pondered on what she saw. She was pretty. She had smooth, lightly tanned skin, soft full lips. But the most striking feature in her face were the eyes: exceptionally light green irises with a darker rim. Cat’s eyes. Underneath there were light shadows and in the corners barely visible first laughter lines. Did they mean that she often laughed? It’ll be long before they’d be visible from the distance. Fair smooth hair framed her face falling loosely down to her shoulders. Maya looked at her face without astonishment, she knew it very well. Just the damn rest was the problem.
She tied her hair in a pony tail, brushed her teeth and washed her face. In her bag she found mascara and lip gloss. For the first time Maya paid closer attention to her things. Both her cosmetics and her clothes were of good quality. Should it be a tip for her?
The ordinary morning activities gave Maya illusory notion of having an aim, but now she came to a standstill yet again. She sat back on the bed letting panic take over once more. What now? The officer at the station yesterday said that they’d let her know if they find out anything. They have her address and telephone number. Once more she looked through the contents of her bag and purse. That $500 will last a while, the night in the hotel was $53, as the officer said it wasn’t much and the standard was okay. Though, considering Maya’s clothes she supposed she was used to good quality things. ‘Who are you Maya?’ She thought philosophically. ‘I have to get going, I won’t find out anything sitting in a hotel room all day.’
She went down in a lift making a plan for the day in her head. Breakfast was a priority. Maya hasn’t eaten for God knows how long and now she felt her stomach churn. Then she had to make the most use of what she had at hand to try and get to know something. There were the credit cards in her wallet for one thing. Maya found a nice little bistro and sat at the table eating scrambled eggs and toast and looking through the cards. Pacific Continental Bank, Bank United. She must go there, ask about the accounts. Maybe she has some money? She finished her coffee and got up from the table.
“Excuse me.” She addressed the woman behind the counter. “Do you know where I can get a map of the city?”
“Sure. There’s an information center about one hundred meters down this street. Just go down and take the first right into Ellis Street. They are sure to have some maps.”
“Thank you very much.” Maya paid and went out into the street.
She walked slowly, she wasn’t in a hurry anyway. Where was she to hurry and why? She looked around curiously, even though the hope that she’d recognize something died in her the previous day. In the information center she got a map and with its help she found Pacific Continental Bank. Luckily there were no people at the customer service desk. She came towards the counter and smiled to the clerk behind it.
“What can I do for you?” The woman smiled back dutifully.
“I’d like to check on the balance on my account.” Maya handed her the credit card and her ID.
The woman banged at the keyboard of her computer for a while, then looked up at Maya surprised.
“I’m sorry but we don’t have the account on the number you gave me.” She said hesitantly.
“How come?” Maya felt the now well known panic wash over her. She counted so much on this track, not to mention the money.
“Perhaps it was closed.” The clerk suggested.
“Can you check that, please?” Maya pressed unwilling to go away with nothing.
“All right. I’ll check the archives.”
Another minute of banging on the keyboard. Maya had to stop herself from banging her nails impatiently on the counter, too.
“No, I’m sorry, there’s nothing. It must have been closed long ago because we haven’t got any data saved in our system.”
“How long do you store the data about the closed accounts then?”
“A year.”
“Well, thank you anyway.”
Maya got out into the street and squinted her eyes in the sun. ‘I have to buy some sunglasses,’ she thought. There was still Bank United to be checked but her instinct already told her that she’d search in vain there. Nothing was to be easy for her apparently.
Just as she’d expected the conversation in Bank United took a similar course to that in Pacific Continental Bank. The only variation from the schedule was the fact that this time she talked to a man and he devoted the whole thirty or so minutes to check on every possible option for her. Despite his efforts though there was nothing to confirm that a person named Maya Davis existed ever before.
She walked along the street feeling really down, not paying any attention to her surroundings until she realized that she reached the promenade leading to the ocean. Maya stopped at the street stall to buy cheap sunglasses and having put them on she headed towards the beach. For some time she kept to the concrete promenade but at last she stepped onto the sand. It was so nice to feel hot sand between her toes when she took off her shoes and get immersed in the physical notions without thinking about anything. Maya went along the water front letting waves lick her feet. Her head was empty of any thoughts at all and for a time she let herself be lost in this blissful nothingness.
When she came back to reality and looked around she stopped suddenly, feeling the same panic that overpowered her in the street the other day when she didn’t know who she was or where she was. The notion of déja vu lasted only a moment this time and yet it was very unpleasant. Maya sat on the sand. With great relief she realized that she remembered everything that happened to her since yesterday. She knew where she came from, what road brought her to this place. The tension left her slowly.
‘We’ll meet on a beach in Monteray. On Saturday, at six.’ Said Kyle. She heard those words in her head as clearly as if he was standing behind and speaking to her. She jumped up taken by surprise. Kyle. It was him who sent her flowers. The pictures from her last night dream stood before her eyes. ‘For the most attractive head of board of Virtual Globe, from Kyle, waiting to meet you in real.’ Maya squeezed her eyelids tight shut trying to bring out more memories.
“Do you mind if I sit here next to you?”
A male’s voice brought her back to reality. She looked up and saw a twenty-something guy in professionally faded jeans and a cotton T-shirt standing over her. In his hand he had a paper bag from which a neck of a bottle was sticking out. It took Maya only seconds to assess his intentions.
“It’s really nice of you but no. I’m waiting for someone.” She didn’t let her voice give out a lie.
“I can wait with you, no problem.” He didn’t seem put off by her refusal. He sat down and held out the bottle. “Tequila?” He offered.
“Thank you.” Maya turned her head away with indifference.
“Are you waiting for a friend? Perhaps he’s not coming after all? Perhaps you could make use of my company? I’m Mark.” The guy leaned forward with a sleazy smile.
Maya felt his breath saturated with alcohol. She turned back towards him and leaned forward as well, so close that the boy felt her breath on his face. The girl had incredible eyes, much more beautiful from such proximity than from the distance when he spotted her for the first time. He held his breath in anticipation.
“Listen Mark.” Said the green-eyed beauty. “You are a very nice person for sure but it would be much better for you if you found yourself another place on this beach.”
“What if I don’t?” He asked his voice still mocking and self-sure.
In the next second he jerked away with a surprised cry, pressing his hand to his neck. He held his palm to his eyes- there was blood on it but he didn't know what hit him. Stupefied he looked back at the girl who sat calmly looking at him. Her green eyes suddenly seemed to gain malevolent, cold expression. Something glittered briefly in her hand and he noticed she put a metal nail file back in her bag. She had moved so fast before that he didn’t manage to register when she’d taken it out.
“Get lost.” She said.
“Jesus, you are mental!” He sprang to his feet. “Go fuck yourself, I wouldn’t touch you if you begged me.”
Maya raised her eyebrows mockingly as he walked away swiftly, still nursing the bottle in a paper bag close to his chest.
Maya looked at the ocean feeling sudden hot wave wash over her as the adrenaline surged into her veins. Her reaction was surprising even to herself. She was sitting and analyzing what’s happened. She didn’t feel fear when the drunken guy sat next to her, which would be just natural for any girl. As if from the very start she knew that he was no danger for her, that she’d manage by herself. Getting the file out of her bag and stabbing him so quickly that it left him no time for reaction was no problem for her apparently. It was as if she acted on instinct, as if it was a well learned lesson for her. Her voice hasn’t even falter when she spoke to him afterwards.
Of course she didn’t do him any harm apart from scaring him. She barely scratched his skin, but she knew, she felt it in the deep of her mind that had the situation pressed her she’d be able to hurt him really bad. What did that mean? Who was she? Before this guy decided to join her she was thinking about something vital. Kyle…Maya tried to focus again but there was nothing any more. Nothing but a bouquet and a name. The sun moved towards the west and she was hungry again so she got up and headed towards the city.


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