#threads.maya

Maya walked along the curbside, balancing herself with just her arms out as she headed home from work. It was another long day, she'd gotten there early and stayed late, but it truly was her happy place. She perks up, at the sound of someone's voice, an oddly familiar voice at that. Her eyes widening as she searches for where it was coming from. It can't be, she would think to herself, just before spotting him with his own two eyes. And she walks slower than she meant to, as if she were running in a dream and couldn't speed up. "Grayson?" She questions, almost accusingly.

location : the rooftop

The air had thickened around her so rapidly, heaviness weighing on each limb. It was like trying to run in a dream, she could only move slowly. One, two, three... Up to fifteen, sixteen... thirty. She counted each step, until she reached the door that would take her up three flights of stairs. She counted the stairs, up to the number sixty. And it wasn't until the door swung open, revealing the night sky, that she took her first breath of relief. Each step that lead her toward him, grew quicker and easier. "You're early," the air buzzes around her as she takes her rightful seat at his side, nudging him with her shoulder gently. "Or is it me, who's late?"