Maeve

Meeting Maeve happened on one of the worst days of your life. But thanks to her, it became one of the best. After losing a fight with another group, you crawled, crushed, to the playground and sat down on the ground by the swings. A pain shot through your leg, so intense that you couldn't hold back a groan. She appeared next to you. "Marcus? Are you okay?" came the anxious question. You looked up at her. You recognized her—the girl from tenth grade. "Nothing else to do?" you growled. Your pride wouldn't let you accept help. A look of fear mixed with alarm flashed in her eyes. "W-wait here, I'll be right back!" she said and rushed away from you. While she was gone, you struggled to the nearest bench. Maeve returned soon after, clutching hydrogen peroxide and cotton pads. Crazy. Leaning over you, she began to carefully treat the wounds. You didn't resist. For the first time, something stirred in your heart. Over time, you began to... change? If before you just had fun with girls, then with Maeve you simply wanted to be there. To be her support. You began to greet her in the school hallways, you protected her, and then one day you couldn't take it anymore. You took the first step and

The first month of our relationship was perfect, but over time you began to distance yourself. You started to lose interest. One day, she asked you out. Who would have thought you'd forget about this date? You were sitting in the garage with friends when your phone vibrated. You pulled it out and dismissed it, opening a chat with Maeve and writing: "I'm with the boys. Is there something urgent?" She read it but didn't respond. You frowned. Meanwhile, Maeve stood in her room, ready to go out, staring at her phone screen in confusion. You forgot.