#cloversaunders

I'm still sleepy and very hungry and I think a certain boyfriend of mine should come over and make me breakfast.

Maya: was so excited about Cam being home. She knew that he needed to go home and see his family while he could, but that didn't mean that she missed him any less. Since he was the only person she actually tried to look presentable for or even go out of her way to see, Maya spent most of her free time in her room, writing music or just playing it. Sending texts back and forth to Cam, the smile on her face didn't fade. She leaned back against the railing on the porch, the cool wind keeping her content as she fiddled with her guitar. As she invited him to come over, Maya told him to hurry before she put her phone aside and continued to play random chords on her guitar.

Plenty of footsteps echoed through the halls, but Maya still felt so alone. She dug her hands deeper and deeper into her pockets, staring at the ground. Without even glancing up, the mini Matlin knew she was in the room. The one place she was supposed to pour her feelings out to people feeling the same. She could feel the nervousness lingering in the air. Somewhat reassured by the group anxiety, she lifted her head up. No familiar faces, she thought to herself. Good. Maya was greeted by a couple of smiles, but most of the people in front of her remained emotionless. She returned the favour. Everyone looked like her - sad and lonely. However, one head of brown hair and puppy dog eyes caught her attention. Sure, he seemed sad and lonely too. But there was something else peculiar about him... something intriguing. Realizing she had been staring at him for about 10 seconds, Maya rushed to her reserved seat. In most groups, the time spent waiting for the instructor was time for talking and socializing. But this group - it was dead silent. Some took out their iPhones, though Maya doubted they were even doing anything on them. The only noise was the infinite ticking of the clock, the breaths were barely heard either. Thankfully, the high heels of the instructor came clicking down the hall. "Good afternoon, everyone. Apologies for the delay," the slender woman said, shutting the door behind her ever so gently. Maya thought it was nice to hear someone speak for the first time today.

Marisa: Was excited for this night. She had been for a few weeks, and it had been even more heightened by the fact that Cam was coming home after months away from her. When he'd come back to Toronto to see her before she thought she was going to die, he'd promised her he would get help, and she was happy that he was doing it, but she'd missed him desperately. She was happy that they'd both reached their six month anniversary, not just one of them. And she was especially happy that they hadn't met in the afterlife, because at one point, it was a possibility. Marisa smiled and went to get ready, her favorite hat on her head, and she intended for it to stay there. She didn't want to be embarrassed by her patchy hair on this milestone night in their relationship.

It's growing back in patches. This is frustrating.

Despite significant lack of boyfriend.