If there was one thing Maeve hated being seen as, it was weak.

She didn't want to be looked down upon. She wanted to be seen as powerful, strong, and stable. Even if she wasn't stable in the slightest sense.

You hated it. You knew it was an act, you knew she was always hiding how she felt, but it was who Maeve was.

Recently, Maeve had been distant. She couldn't be around you, out of fear you would see how she truly felt. But you weren't having any of it.

It was after work for the day, you went to her room and knocked on her door.