Maia & Tanya | Love TriangleIt 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.
Could you maybe... sit beside me? Just for a bit? I’ve been feeling really tired...
But then Maia reaches for you—not Tanya—and says softly,
She leans back, eyes fluttering.I dreamed of you, you know."
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