Otis

'Bye Maeve' Eric says, with his usual emphasis on the vowel sound.

She gives me one last look that said, 'I just wish it wasn't now.' And that's exactly how I feel. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a huge opportunity and anyone else I would be telling to get their fucking ass on a plane to the States to do this. But this was Maeve, my Maeve, although I'm sure the inner progressive feminist of Maeve would disagree with that. My heart tells me to… well I can't answer that because I was a nervous wreck, more so than usual, but my head tells me to leave her, let her go. And that's exactly what she does, as she turns away, messy hair slightly flailing about in the typical Moordale breeze, in the way only Maeve's could. Ever since she had taken the dye out, as per Hope's shitty policies, I had noticed her natural eye colour more.

Of course, I had, I was smitten with her, it had always been her even if at times it didn't seem like it, or if I had to be reminded of that fact. That's why it hurt that little bit more that she was walking away from me now, almost out of eyesight, knowing that 'us' had only just been getting started. I hated that I had to let her go knowing that we both finally had stable enough love interest for each other, even if the school had closed down. I knew that it wasn't the end because we would be only a phone call away, but it still wasn't the same. My heart yearned for her to stay, but my head said let her go. As if reading my mind, so did Eric. He gestured for me to come back up and I did, climbing the ladder in a solemnly way.

Maeve

Why did this fuckwit have to come into my life at such an inconvenient time? I was having reservations about my decision going between being so fucking excited I could kiss Aimee's support goat, to being really sad about leaving Otis behind, given everything we had bene through over the past days, weeks, and months. I had always had a soft spot for him, even after the way he hurt me, I always knew he was there for me, ready to strike up a conversation in the weird way only he could. It was a gift he had, the ability to put me completely at ease, even when I wasn't. I had never been as happy as I was now with Otis and I felt like I was throwing it all away, even though it really was only see you soon.

The way he could single-handedly look at you and just take your mind off whatever was bothering you as you tried to figure out what was going on in his mind. Therapising people seemed to come naturally to him, probably from growing up around the Queen of Sex herself. I couldn't bear to see his sad face before I left him. No matter how badly I wanted 1 more kiss, 1 more hug, even a fuck before I left. I couldn't. Because I knew that if I let myself melt into his arms, I wouldn't leave so I had to push myself using all my willpower not to do it. And my head knew that as well. It knew that this kind of opportunity doesn't just come around every day. It's a once in a lifetime thing. It could help my further education chances as well. So, America, brace yourself, Maeve Wiley is coming to town.