Two weeks. Two weeks had already passed since her birthday; since she had that talk with Alaia; and since she heard everything she needed to hear. Maria knew because she'd been counting the days that passed since that night. She'd been counting and wondering when it would ever end, or if it would ever end. The more days that passed, she felt like the hole in her relationship with Alaia was getting bigger and bigger. It was like a day would come that they would both choose to forget that they ever had a relationship. It was like a day would come that they would both just choose not to talk about it and move on with their lives. Maria hates it. She had already lost count of the times she had cried because of that. Her tears aren't even choosing if they will come out of her eyes during the day or the night. No matter what time or wherever she was, tears would suddenly run down her face when those thoughts had ever crossed her mind.