Mathew looked at her, his whole face frozen. He stared at her for a long time. And Maya didn't move away either. She simply stood there waiting...Waiting and waiting....
"I...I felt bad about what happened...I just wanted to apologize." Mathew finally said, his voice shaking. "But Maya...Why? She was your friend..."
I felt a curious absence of emotions. There was a hollow inside my chest where my heart used to be. My brain felt like a television showing nothing but static. Did it matter now? Who loved me or hated me?
Did it matter that my best friend witnessed me being hit and ran away only to come back sometime later after I died?
"I...I didn't...I wanted you to hate her...I wanted you to be angry with her...shout at her...I wanted you two to fight..."
"What the hell, Maya!" Surprise and disgust was plain in Mathew's tone. "Why in the world...No...Don't answer that. Just go. I don't want to speak to you anymore."
"Mathew...I didn't..."
"Your tears were a lie weren't they? You weren't sad that she died at all...You..."
"No!!!! I...That was...I..."
A cold had washed over me at Mathew's words. I had been so sure that her tears were genuine but...
"Was she really dead when you found her Maya? Or did you just sit there watching her die? "
To be continued...
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