Chapter 7 After the Holiday

The Bath holiday ended quietly.

No dramatic goodbye.

No emotional speeches.

Just packed suitcases and tired smiles.

Maya stood at the airport beside Josh, her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. Sophie hugged her tightly, whispering how much she wouldn't wait to stay with her. Lucas stood a little apart, hands in his coat, eyes on Maya but saying nothing.

They hadn't spoken privately since that night outside.

The kiss.

The confession.

Lucas had told her he'd been watching her since school.

Every debate.

Every presentation.

Every time she stood up to teachers and classmates alike.

He had said he would go to sleep repeating her name.

Maya tried not to think about it.

She told herself it meant nothing.

She had a boyfriend.

She was loyal.

She was not that kind of girl.

Josh kissed her forehead before boarding.

"I'll come see you in London soon," he promised.

Maya nodded.

She believed him.

Lucas watched from a distance.

She didn't look back.

Back to Reality

Maya flew back to London.

Josh returned to Bath.

At first, things seemed normal.

Josh called every night.

Texted during lunch breaks.

Sent heart emojis and voice notes.

But something had shifted.

He was distracted.

Sometimes he forgot what she told him the day before.

Sometimes he went silent for hours.

Whenever Maya asked, he blamed meetings.

Deadlines.

Stress.

She told herself not to overthink.

She buried herself in medical school.

Classes.

Hospital rotations.

Night shifts.

Lucas stayed away.

He respected her relationship.

Only checked in occasionally.

Hope you're okay.

Short.

Neutral.

Safe.

But Maya felt him everywhere.

The way her coffee tasted was different.

In the way, silence felt heavier.

In the way Josh's voice no longer reached her heart.

Weeks passed.

Josh cancelled two planned visits.

"Work emergency."

He stopped asking about her exams.

Stopped asking about her day.

But whenever Maya brought up emotional distance, Josh flipped it.

"You're always busy."

"You don't make time for me."

"You don't understand how hard my life is."

She apologised.

Every time.

The Cracks Widen

They argued more.

Mostly about intimacy.

Josh complained she wasn't available.

That she didn't make him feel wanted.

That she prioritised school over him.

Maya tried explaining.

She was exhausted.

She was training to save lives.

She needed patience.

Josh always ended the calls abruptly afterwards.

One night, Maya stayed awake till 2 a.m., waiting for his reply.

It never came.

Her chest felt tight.

She began noticing things.

Josh no longer sends selfies.

Stopped answering video calls.

Changed topics when she asked about his weekends.

Her instincts whispered.

She ignored them.

Nadia

It was Nadia who shattered everything.

Maya had just finished a long hospital shift when Nadia called.

Her voice was strange.

"Maya... where is Josh today?"

Maya frowned.

"He said bath."

Silence.

"Maya, he is in London."

Her heart skipped.

"I just saw Josh."

Maya froze.

"With who?"

Nadia hesitated.

"A girl. Blonde. Very comfortable with him."

Maya swallowed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. They were holding hands."

Her world tilted.

Nadia continued softly.

"I followed them. They checked into a hotel together."

Maya sank onto a bench outside the hospital.

Her ears rang.

She called Josh immediately.

Voicemail.

Again.

Nothing.

She texted.

Where exactly are you right now?

No reply.

She opened Instagram.

Josh had posted a coffee photo.

Location tag: Bath.

Lie.

Her chest burned.

When Josh finally called hours later, Maya didn't cry.

She didn't scream.

She just asked:

"How long?"

He exhaled.

"It's complicated."

"How long?"

A pause.

"Since before Paris."

Her hands shook.

Before Paris meant before Bath.

Before he told her he loved her.

Before he asked her to be exclusive.

"So you've been cheating the entire six months?"

He didn't deny it.

"I'm a man, Maya."

Her heart cracked.

She hung up.

Blocked him.

And walked into the cold London night.

Lucas Again

She didn't plan to go to Lucas.

Her feet just took her there.

He opened the door in a sweater and jeans.

"Maya?"

She collapsed against him.

Lucas held her.

Let her cry.

Let her break.

She told him everything.

He listened.

Anger darkened his eyes.

"That man never deserved you."

That night, Maya didn't feel alone.

She didn't feel disposable.

Lucas didn't pressure.

Didn't rush.

He simply stayed.

And eventually, they crossed the line they had been circling since Bath. Made love like she didn't know sex feels.

She was with her first love

Not out of revenge.

Out of connection.

Three Months

Maya officially ended things with Josh, graduated from medical school and was in the best relationship she could ask for.

No explanations.

No closure.

Lucas became her quiet constant.

He picked her up after shifts.

Made dinner.

Waited after work to take her home

They didn't announce anything publicly.

But everyone knew.

Three months of soft laughter.

Three months of healing.

Three months of Maya slowly falling.

And Sophie watched.

From the edges.

Learning.

Planning.

Waiting.