When you flip a coin - Aaron

She felt so weak lately and staying inside didn't help a lot. She hated worrying Tidus, but she needed the fresh air. Maya needed to feel something other than being locked in. So she had went down the streets, she had a tracker on her now - in case Ramsay should pick her up again - then they would be able to get to her. Maya walked past Juice Stop, but stopped few steps after and turned around. The doorbell rang as Maya stepped inside and she took a quick look around. There wasn't to many people, her mind could handle that. Like Tidus said, just breath and you got this. Maya went to the counter and smiled at the lady behind it.
"Can I get a strawberry milkshake please?" She asked and payed for the thing, before getting a number and sat down. She took a deep breath in and clenched her fist hard to remain in control of herself. What Ramsay and Rayna had done to her mind, of she knew - she remembered, but she didn't understand it just yet. The milkshake got served not much later and barely snapped her out of her mind, making the table next to her shake for a second till she breathed out. "Thanks," Maya smiled before placing the straw between her lips to take a sip.

Aaron had changed a little throughout the previous year. He was not quite as shy and seemed more comfortable and confident in his own skin. He was sitting in the back room of Juice Stop. His shift was over, but he decided to spend a little time for himself, just listening to music. He also used the time to look through social media. He sighed, when he scrolled to a picture of Maya. He didn’t know what happened with her. One day she was just gone. He had searched for, but he had no idea where to start, so he just moved on. He figured she had just moved away again. That was basically what happened in his life. He met a girl he really liked, and for some reason, she left before they even got started. It had happened with Maya and now with Zoe. He locked his phone, turned off the music and went out to the café. He looked around but stopped at the blond girl sitting by herself. What were the odds? He walked over to her and attempted to look casual by putting a hand on the chair in front of her. ”You look like a girl I used to know,” he said with a slight smile. Knowing dopplegangers existed, it was an all to real possibility, that she actually just was a doppleganger. So he had to check to make sure it was really him. Maybe she didn’t remember him. Their thing had been very short, and might not have meant as much to her as it did to him.

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