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Saying goodbye to her mother hadn't been hard. She'd watched several children cling to their parents. Maeve had always wanted a specific relationship with the woman who had birthed her, but she often felt as though they were two dichotomous puzzle pieces. Perhaps time apart would help bring them back together in some way. Distance could make the heart grow fonder, and though she certainly loved her mother, she wanted to grow her own way. Different from the shadow, the woman that was Gwyneira Blackmore, cast upon her surroundings.
Though youth would exaggerate her mother's attempt to force her into friendships into countless, Maeve had gone through thirteen events. One a garden afternoon tea, a few were thankfully hosted by others. It seemed like nothing was safe nor sacred, and when it came the time to say goodbye, Maeve was pleased for a respite.
What the train ride held for her, she had no idea. Would she be paired? Would her mother have sent someone her way? Her stomach was in knots; she had no idea whether the following hours would be spent with a friend or a foe. With someone she knew or completely new. It both terrified and excited her.
Where some parents lingered to wave off their children, Maeve realized fairly quickly that her mother had left. She was nowhere to be seen on the platform, and though she hadn't expected otherwise, it still stung. As much as she desired independence at all costs, she was also desperate for love. The kind that was free and unwavering. Of course, Ms. Blackmore loved her, and yet, some days, Maeve doubted it. So distracted by her scanning of the crowd she didn't notice the door slide open.
