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It was no use. Maya tried. She really did. It doesn't matter how many times she tries to reach out, tries to be present in the corner of her vision.
Everyday, she asks about her and how her day had been and if they could meet. She takes every opportunity to send patients to the hospital for a chance to see her.
But did it really matter when the messages she sent were left on a blue tick and when she couldn't even blurt out a greeting before her wife walked away, swerving around her as if she was a plague.
And did it truly matter, when gradually those messages were left unseen. Did her efforts really matter when the person she intended it for did not care or want for it?
If Maya could, she would want to shout “Look at me, it's still me”. But she didn't want to shout, there had been too many shoutings between them and Carina didn't deserve another.
So she tried, Maya really tried, to be patient, to wait for her wife to come home and talk.
But everything changed in a day.
The day Carina came home, Maya felt elated. Maybe she saw her efforts and appreciated it and wanted to talk so they could slowly work this out together.
But the only response she received was a shrug of her shoulders and “I just needed some shampoo” before the figure she yearned heavily for left without a single glance her way.
You wouldn't need a stethoscope to hear her heart breaking.