Maya's POV

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the heavy weight in my chest.

Not physical. Not exactly, it's hard to tell whether it's out of exhaustion or just a mental stress die to the happenings lately.

But it sat there like a stone, pressing into my lungs every time I inhaled.

I stared at the ceiling, letting the silence stretch for a while. The sun poured faintly through the blinds, trying to pretend it was just another normal morning.

It wasn't a normal morning, infact ever ...