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THE DICTIONARY DEFINES GRIEF AS KEEN MENTAL SUFFERING OR DISTRESS over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret. in life, strict definitions rarely apply. in life, grief can look like a lot of things that bear little resemblance to sharp sorrow. grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone. it isn't just death we have to grieve. it's life. it's loss. it's change. and when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. the thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime. that's how you stay alive. when it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.

by remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. it won't hurt this much. grief comes in it's own time for everyone, in its own way. so the best we can do, the best anyone can do is try for honesty. the really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief, is that you can't control it. the best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes and let it go when we can. the very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again. and always every time, it takes your breath away. there are five stages of grief. they look different on all of us, but there are always five. denial. anger. bargaining. depression. acceptance. those were the words maeve sloan has been hearing from everyone around her. maeve was in between the anger, bargaining, and depression stage

myleen mendes' viewing and burial was heart wrenching yet beautiful to say the least. the heart wrenching part, was when maeve had to see her mother's body laid in a casket. the second she was in front of her mother's body, she bursted into tears. myleen's face wasn't disfigured, rather the mortuary cosmetologist had overdone her makeup to try and cover all of the scars on her face, and they had done her hair in a way myleen never did. it was almost like it wasn't even her mother.

mark, maeve, and jason were the first three to walk in and see her, they had their privacy before the rest of their friends and family were allowed in. throughout the service, maeve was sat in the front bench, in between mark and jason. their friends and family would walk up to both maeve and jason, giving them their condolences with teary eyes.

maeve would just stare at them blankly and wouldn't respond. what could she possibly say? thank you or it's okay? no, she didn't have any words to say. frankly she was tired of hearing "i'm so sorry for your loss honey" "stay strong" "she's watching over you now" all she wanted to do was just curl up in a ball and hope that the ground would swallow her whole

now, the burial... was the worst for maeve. now the only beautiful part was just before myleen was buried, miranda thought it would be a beautiful gesture to release butterflies for myleen. maeve genuinely loved the idea, but the heart wrenching part was when maeve let her butterfly go, it flew in a circle above myleen's casket before it landed right on maeve's shoulder. that's when her knees gave out and she finally let out all the tears she was so hard trying to hold back

mark was quick to wrap his arms around his thirteen year old. tears even managed to escape his eyes. as they lowered myleen's casket, maeve felt her world crumble to pieces. it was tears after tears, sobs after sobs as flashbacks flashed before her eyes

mom, can we go see dad?

all maeve could do was blame herself, she was the one who wanted to see her father on new years. it was her fault that her mother is now six feet under

mark sloan on the other hand, thought of their last conversation. it was the first civil conversation they ever had. the first one where they didn't fight. one where they actually honest to each other

"i know you'll take care of her. i don't tell you this often, but you've really gained my trust these past few years and you've become such an amazing mom to maeve... i'm really glad you came back into her life"

"i will always regret leaving her...there wasn't a day that i didn't think of her. i hate that it took me almost six years to finally have the guts to come find her"

"but you're here now... you've been here for the past seven years... that's what counts now. what?"

"who would've thought we've finally be having a civil conversation"

"it has to be the end of world"

"you're a great dad, mark"

"please be careful when driving out tonight. too many drunks all over the roads"

maeve sloan wasn't the only one feeling guilty. mark sloan also wished he wouldn't told maeve to wait until the next day to see him. he should've known better

jason rogers, on the other hand was also distraught. he also felt guilty for not being there, instead he was with his family. after mark had given myleen the news that maeve would be living with her, a very happy and excited myleen called jason and immediately told him the news. he of course, was happy for her. as they continued to talk, he had invited the two to come spend new years with his family, but myleen neglected to go because she wanted to spend her first new years with her daughter all alone to be able to celebrate. but now, he'd never see his girlfriend again

it's been only ten days since myleen passed away and it's only been three days since she was buried. but to maeve sloan, it's felt like it's been a lifetime since she last saw her mother

the alarm on her phone has been going off for the past two minutes and she doesn't have the strength to reach over and turn it off. all she can do is just stare at the living room wall. seeing as maeve can't live by herself in myleen's apartment, she ended up back with her father. this time around, mark insisted on maeve sleeping in his room and he and lexie could sleep in the living room. but maeve objected, all she wanted was a bed mattress in the living room and she'd be good. when mark objected, maeve was angry with him for four days, before mark finally gave in to getting her a bed mattress and placing it in the living room

"will you shut that thing off!" sloan groans in frustration from what used to be maeve's room. the grieving thirteen year old was ticked off just by hearing her voice. recently, the slightest thing can easily tick her off. so she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, but sloan interrupted that as the alarm kept going off "listen you little brat—" sloan went argue as she opened the room divider

maeve cut her off before she could finish "how about you shut the fuck up for once in your fucking life" she blurted in anger, unaware that mark sloan had stepped out of his room

"maeve!" mark spoke up, startling the two

maeve didn't even turn to look at her father, instead she grabbed her phone and finally turned off her alarm. she laid back down in her mattress and pulled her covers over her head

a scoff left sloan's lips "are you going to let her talk to me th—"

mark raised his hand out, cutting her off "maeve get up, you're going back to school today" he said before turning his attention to sloan "don't call her a brat" and with that he turned back to his room to get dressed for his job. leaving sloan to scoff in frustration

maeve didn't ride the bus this time, mark ended up taking her. as they were waiting in the drop off line, mark finally spoke up "maeve, honey. i know you're going through a hard time right now, but you can't snap at sloan or at anybody like that. i'm not taking her side, but i can't let you cuss at people"

maeve ignored his statement, instead she changed the subject "i don't want to get off"

mark glanced back at her through his rear view mirror, she was glancing out the window with a sad look. he sighs "i know you're not ready to come back, but the school only allowed one week off"

"everyone is just gonna stare at me" she mutters as she leans her head against the window

"how would everyone know?" he questions curiously, seeing as myleen wasn't really known nor did she have any friends besides his mutual friends

"well according to my source, nessa, who's only popular because she's friends with damian and nova. found out by her mother and she ended up posting a tweet on twitter 'sending her condolences' to me... word got around and well now the whole school knows" she grumbled

mark sighs as he runs a hand through his hair "well, just ignore them" a scoff left maeve's lips "i'm serious. hey" he calls out, maeve met his eyes in the rear view mirror just as mark finally gets to the front of the line "if they don't stop, then you can flip them off" he smirks

which makes maeve snicker, a smile pulled on mark's lips as he finally hears his daughter laugh a bit since the incident "don't have to tell me twice" maeve said as she opened her door

as she was getting off, mark spoke up "just make sure no teacher see's, i don't want to get a phone call" he points to her

maeve couldn't help but grin "i don't make any promises" she shrugs

mark gave her a sly grin as he shook his head "i love you munchkin"

munchkin. that was his nickname for her since she was a baby. hearing it always brings a smile on maeve's lips "i love you too dad"

maeve was right, as soon as she opened the school's door, every pair of eyes were on her. she felt so small and just wanted to turn right back and bolt. but she took a deep breath before ignoring them. she walked straight to her locker and pulled out her books for her first four periods

even when she was staring into her locker, she could feel everyone's eyes on her "hey" a soft voice spoke up from behind her

at the sound of their voice she instantly knew who it was and felt a bit more calm. she turned around to see her two best friends. madelyn and shawn both attended myleen's funeral, their heart has been hurting for their missing piece. this past week, they have also had eyes on them, random kids coming up to them asking how maeve was or when she was coming back. but neither of them felt like it was their business to say, unlike nessa who blabbed to the whole school

maeve forced a smile "hey" she says in a forced happy voice

shawn didn't hesitate to wrap an around around her shoulder "we missed you"

"i've missed you guys too" she admitted, she felt horrible for pushing them away whenever they were knocking on her door. she just wasn't ready to see anyone, but luckily the two kids understood

"i hate to be the one to bare bad news but you do have lots of class work and homework to catch up on" madelyn said with a grin, trying to talk about something other than her grief

a small snicker left maeve's lips, a small smile tugging on her lips "i'm assuming you took pictures of your work for me before turning it in?" she questioned madelyn

madelyn grinned "now what kind of best friend would i be if i didn't" the three chuckled, and for once maeve felt a bit at peace

when dean salavtore read the news about maeve's mother, from nessa's tweet, he instantly messaged maeve

"hey maeve, i just heard about what happened. i'm so sorry for your loss. sending you my deepest condolences. if you ever need anything, i'm here, doesn't matter the time ❤️"

maeve sloan, didn't answer. as a matter of fact, she never replied to any of the messages she's received since her mother's passing.

dean salvatore was worried for the thirteen year old. maeve would always, always reply to his messages, so for her to not answer it caused him to worry. he even asked his mother for advice

"oh honey, she's going through a very hard time, and i'm sure the last thing she's gonna do is be on her phone. she needs time and space to slowly start to heal. losing a parent, or anyone in general, is never easy. but eventually, when she comes around just assure her that she's not alone"

"i meant what i said in my message... any time, any place, i'll be there for you" those were the first words dean salvatore told maeve sloan as she now sat beside him. he reached over to her hand that rested on the table "you're not alone"

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happy thanksgiving my loves 🍁🤎 !

i will forever be thankful for all of you
beautiful readers !

love you all !

P.S: please let me know if you'd like to
continue seeing dean and maeve's story
being taken place in middle school !

OR would you like for me to skip to high
school, which is where things would get
more interesting !

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