Your relationship with Maeve was rocky. Toxic, really. You two were constantly fighting and on the verge of breaking up, but every time, without fail, you two would miraculously make up and all was well for a few days until bullshit repeats itself. Is that how the saying goes?

Like now. You two almost broke up again last night. The night prior had an argument that almost led to the termination of your relationship, but then you two made amends. Called it a ‘false alarm’ to all of your friends.

And then, you two started arguing again. You could see the irritation in her eyes and you knew she could hear the exhaustion and annoyance in your tone.

“We’re drifting apart,” Maeve yells, and you resist the urge to scoff because you were already painful aware of this fact.