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Started November 16, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Marianne got to Biology before anyone else, sitting in her usual spot and opening her binder. She glanced at the spot next to her, where Mare usually sat, and her heart panged. Please don't be mad at me when you come…. I just want you to be happy… I just want to be happy with you…

Mare walked into the classroom a second before the bell rang. She automatically walked to her usual spot next to Marianne and sat down, pulling her books out of her bag. She didn't look at Marianne.

Marianne’s heart plummeted. She tore her gaze away from Mare and fixed it on her notes, self-hate written all over her face. This was her fault. She’d done something wrong— she’d hurt Mare.
“Mare?” she asked softly, not daring to look up, “If I’ve done something wrong— I can nice to another seat if you want me to.”

Mare squeezed her eyes shut, breathing deeply. "Don't leave. Please don't." Under the table she reached for Marianne's hand, needing comfort.

Marianne’s surge of hope was decimated by the desperation in Mare’s voice— like she needed something to hold on to. She squeezed the other girl’s hand tightly, doing her best to soothe her before the lesson started. “Hey, what’s wrong? We can talk at lunch if you want, but I want to know what’s bothering you so much.”

Mare kept still, waiting for her name to be called. When it was, she called out confidently, opened her eyes and set a cheerful expression on her face. She glanced at Marianne, finally noticing how worried she seemed to be about Mare. The latter smiled and squeezed Marianne's hand back. "We'll talk at lunch," she promised.

The fact that Mare could pretend, could fake happiness so easily, only served to worry her further. How much had she been hiding? Was there anything going on at home??

Marianne forced herself to smile and nod back. “Alright. Lunch.”

Mare let Marianne's hand go and turned back to her work. She picked up a pen and started scribbling notes down into her book. Her mind was reeling— she couldn't tell Marianne, but she couldn't keep lying to her either. If she avoided it again then Marianne would definitely start to panic and that would not be good. She could possibly skip lunch, avoid seeing Marianne for the rest of the day altogether… but they had detention that evening. And a confrontation in detention would be ten times worse.

Marianne hurriedly shoved her books into her locker, grabbing her lunch and her phone and shutting the door. She turned around, eyes scanning the hallway for Mare.

Mare stared at her thin face in the bathroom mirror. She looked so utterly exhausted it hurt to see. She scoffed at herself and exited the bathroom, heading down to the canteen. She figured Marianne would meet her there– at least, she didn't have the courage to go seek her out.

Mare was nowhere to be seen, so Marianne reasoned with herself that she just have gone to the cafeteria already— nothing had happened to her. Unconvinced and very worried, she rushed to check, and felt a rush of relief when she spotted her in the corner, at their usual table. She made her way over, doing her way to seem casual and relaxed. “Hey, Mare. How was third period?”

Mare looked up with dread when she heard Marianne walk up to the table.
Mare shrugged awkwardly. "Nothing special. How about you?"

She looked so tired…. and unhappy to see her.
This is your fault. You made her feel like this.
“Mare?” She sat down some distance away, so as not to make her uncomfortable. “What did I do? I want to know so I can fix my mistake. I want to apologize for what I did to make you feel like this.”

Mare's heart broke at Marianne's expression. "Oh my god." Her head dropped onto the table. "No, Marianne, you haven't done anything at all. You did everything you had to yesterday. It's just… One of those days?" she tried.

Marianne would have melted with relief— if only she’d believed the last part of Mare’s statement. “You’re going to have to try harder than that to convince me, Mare. I can’t— I know I can’t make you tell me— but I’m worried. I want to know how to help.”

"It's gonna take more than a supportive girlfriend to fix me, no matter how amazing she is," Mare said quietly, staring at Marianne.

“And I understand that. Of course I do. But there must be some way I can make it better— whatever ‘it’ is.” Marianne met her gaze, wishing that she could reach out and take her hand.

Mare inhaled, debating whether or not it was wise to tell Marianne anything. "I really don't think anyone can do anything. I have to deal wih it, it's my extra effort," she said, getting slightly worked.

Mare seemed to be getting agitated, so she quickly laid off. "I'll leave you alone about it, sorry for being pushy," she said quickly, opening her lunch.

Mare shook her head, frustrated. "I– no, you're not being pushy. I don't– it's not…" Mare leaned back in her chair. "Forgive my lack of social skill."

"Hey, it's fine, don't worry about it, we can avoid the subject," Marianne reassured her quickly, offering a calming smile. "What classes did you have this morning?"