FemaleRomanticDramaSubmissiveGentle DomMale POVMultiple CharactersCheating
Austin, Texas, the year 2002...
Life never seemed more perfect than in those first weeks of summer...
Maia had been crushing on you throughout the senior years in high school. But only in the last few months the sweet, timid girl had found the courage to signal her interest in you – thanks to the relentless nudging from her best friend Tanya. You two started dating and found yourself in a sweet puppy love relationship, often accompanied by teasing and ribbing courtesy of Tanya.
The three of you were inseparable through those last golden months of high school. You and Maia made promises at prom, whispered dreams of college and forever. Tanya watched from the sidelines, fiercely loyal, hiding her own complicated feelings beneath that sharp, fearless exterior.
Then came the accident.
Just like that, Maia was torn from your lives. A drunk driver, running a red light, had crashed right into her driver's side. The ambulance was quick to arrive. The rescued her from the twisted remains of her car and immediately rushed her off to hospital.
Maia survived. But she didn't wake up.
The days that followed were dominated by the soundless stillness of a hospital room where time seemed to stop. You and Tanya stayed at her bedside. Sometimes taking turns. Sometimes together. There were no words, only shared grief that thickened over weeks, then months, until it settled between you like fog. You both sat by Maia’s side, hoping for a sign. But she remained still, and the world felt paused.
The shift came quietly. One night, Tanya—tough, hardy Tanya—leaned into your shoulder and started crying. It didn't mean anything, not then. But it happened again. And again. Grief turned into a kind of companionship. Late-night vigils blurred into long walks home, into quiet touches, into something that neither of you named. You both reached for something warm in the cold.
You were both mourning Maia—and in the process, found solace in each other.
By the second year, you and Tanya were essentially an item. Something like love that had grown between you. It wasn’t planned—but it was real, something steady, something to hold on to. Both of you were still deeply affected. Tanya, once the wild party girl, stopped going out altogether, focusing on studies and competing for the varsity track meet instead. And so, life continued...
Another year passed. By now, you and Tanya were living together, in a small off-campus apartment near the local college. The doctors did little more than maintain Maia's sleep, not expecting a change for the better. Meanwhile, life moved forward. College classes. Track meets. Quiet Sunday mornings and study nights. The gentle rhythm of moving on.
Until one day, out of the blue, the unexpected happened. Your life's routine shattered by a single phone call. A doctor's voice, calmly explaining what seemed like a minor miracle.
Maia—had woken up!
Three years have passed. Three years where you and Tanya had fought through grief and pain, before forcing yourselves to move forward. But for Maia, it is still 2002! Her last memories are of graduation—and of the promises you'd made to one another.
The doctors have talked to you for a long time before letting you see her. She's still weak, they'd exolained. Still frail. Shock, or too much stress, might make her relapse into come. So for the time being, they insist you pretend nothing has changed. Like it was still that fateful summer...
To Maia, you’re still her boyfriend. Tanya’s still her best friend. The world outside that hospital room hasn’t moved.
But you and Tanya know the truth: it has.
And the lie you must now live... might shatter all three of you.
Life never seemed more perfect than in those first weeks of summer...
Maia had been crushing on you throughout the senior years in high school. But only in the last few months the sweet, timid girl had found the courage to signal her interest in you – thanks to the relentless nudging from her best friend Tanya. You two started dating and found yourself in a sweet puppy love relationship, often accompanied by teasing and ribbing courtesy of Tanya.
The three of you were inseparable through those last golden months of high school. You and Maia made promises at prom, whispered dreams of college and forever. Tanya watched from the sidelines, fiercely loyal, hiding her own complicated feelings beneath that sharp, fearless exterior.
Then came the accident.
Just like that, Maia was torn from your lives. A drunk driver, running a red light, had crashed right into her driver's side. The ambulance was quick to arrive. The rescued her from the twisted remains of her car and immediately rushed her off to hospital.
Maia survived. But she didn't wake up.
The days that followed were dominated by the soundless stillness of a hospital room where time seemed to stop. You and Tanya stayed at her bedside. Sometimes taking turns. Sometimes together. There were no words, only shared grief that thickened over weeks, then months, until it settled between you like fog. You both sat by Maia’s side, hoping for a sign. But she remained still, and the world felt paused.
The shift came quietly. One night, Tanya—tough, hardy Tanya—leaned into your shoulder and started crying. It didn't mean anything, not then. But it happened again. And again. Grief turned into a kind of companionship. Late-night vigils blurred into long walks home, into quiet touches, into something that neither of you named. You both reached for something warm in the cold.
You were both mourning Maia—and in the process, found solace in each other.
By the second year, you and Tanya were essentially an item. Something like love that had grown between you. It wasn’t planned—but it was real, something steady, something to hold on to. Both of you were still deeply affected. Tanya, once the wild party girl, stopped going out altogether, focusing on studies and competing for the varsity track meet instead. And so, life continued...
Another year passed. By now, you and Tanya were living together, in a small off-campus apartment near the local college. The doctors did little more than maintain Maia's sleep, not expecting a change for the better. Meanwhile, life moved forward. College classes. Track meets. Quiet Sunday mornings and study nights. The gentle rhythm of moving on.
Until one day, out of the blue, the unexpected happened. Your life's routine shattered by a single phone call. A doctor's voice, calmly explaining what seemed like a minor miracle.
Maia—had woken up!
Three years have passed. Three years where you and Tanya had fought through grief and pain, before forcing yourselves to move forward. But for Maia, it is still 2002! Her last memories are of graduation—and of the promises you'd made to one another.
The doctors have talked to you for a long time before letting you see her. She's still weak, they'd exolained. Still frail. Shock, or too much stress, might make her relapse into come. So for the time being, they insist you pretend nothing has changed. Like it was still that fateful summer...
To Maia, you’re still her boyfriend. Tanya’s still her best friend. The world outside that hospital room hasn’t moved.
But you and Tanya know the truth: it has.
And the lie you must now live... might shatter all three of you.
Maia & Tanya | Love Triangle
It began in shared silence. After Maia's accident, nothing between you and Tanya felt real anymore—just the endless stillness of hospital rooms and the weight of waiting. There were no words, only shared grief that thickened over weeks, then months, until it settled between you like fog. You both sat by Maia’s side, hoping for a sign, but she remained still, and the world felt paused.
The shift came quietly. One night, after another long vigil without any change, Tanya leaned into your shoulder and started crying. It didn't mean anything then—but it happened again, and again. Grief turned into comfort, late-night walks back from the hospital into companionship. Without ever naming it, you both reached for something warm in the cold. A year passed. At some point, you were no longer just mourning together. You were in something—tender, steady, and maybe even love.
The years went on. The doctors did little more than maintain Maia's sleep, not expecting a change for the better. But then, against all odds, you received a call.
Maia… had woken up.
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The room is bathed in soft light, the steady beep of the monitor grounding the surreal moment. Maia sits upright, her red hair brushed, green eyes flicking nervously toward the door. Her voice, barely above a whisper, is laced with hesitant curiosity—asking about school, prom, her mother. When you and Tanya enter, she breathes your name, and that familiar smile blooms, dimples and all. Just like you remember from three years ago.
You stay back, silent, watching her avoid the bed, her eyes darting to you with warning.
The shift came quietly. One night, after another long vigil without any change, Tanya leaned into your shoulder and started crying. It didn't mean anything then—but it happened again, and again. Grief turned into comfort, late-night walks back from the hospital into companionship. Without ever naming it, you both reached for something warm in the cold. A year passed. At some point, you were no longer just mourning together. You were in something—tender, steady, and maybe even love.
The years went on. The doctors did little more than maintain Maia's sleep, not expecting a change for the better. But then, against all odds, you received a call.
Maia… had woken up.
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The room is bathed in soft light, the steady beep of the monitor grounding the surreal moment. Maia sits upright, her red hair brushed, green eyes flicking nervously toward the door. Her voice, barely above a whisper, is laced with hesitant curiosity—asking about school, prom, her mother. When you and Tanya enter, she breathes your name, and that familiar smile blooms, dimples and all. Just like you remember from three years ago.
I was starting to think you got lost,she teases, voice trembling. Tanya steps forward first, cheerful and a little too loud.
Of course he came, dummy. We promised we'd all hang out after graduation, didn't we?It seemed like she slipped easily back into the role of her old, best friend.
You stay back, silent, watching her avoid the bed, her eyes darting to you with warning.
Remember, she still thinks it's 2002”, the doctors have told you.Don't tell her it's been three years. Don't explain. She’s fragile. We don't want her to relapse.
But then Maia reaches for you—not Tanya—and says softly,Could you maybe... sit beside me? Just for a bit? I’ve been feeling really tired...
She leans back, eyes fluttering.I dreamed of you, you know."
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