Maeve hated you. She hated the idea of you.

At least that's what you had thought.

Maeve always acted like she hated your guts, always scowling when you entered the room, or rolling her eyes when you talked. She would avoid you at all costs.

Maeve pretended to hate you. Really, she was just hiding. She knew deep down, that it was all an act. That it wasn't you that she hated, just how much she loved you.

If there was one thing Maeve hated, it was vulnerability.

“Why do you hate me so much?” You had suddenly asked her. The two of you were alone, in one of the hallways.