Marcy thinking she's aroace, like strictly no attraction no nothing to anyone ever. And then slowly thinking she's somewhere on the aro spectrum, eventually accepting it. There's gonna be a moment somewhere down the line where she looks at Sasha and Anne thinking to herself "There's nothing weird about maybe liking your friends, but not like normal liking I SWEAR I DON'T LIKE LIKE THEM IN that wayyyy... I think..."
10 years later, she's sitting on a park bench, hand in hand with both of them who are somewhat drunk. Anne didn't really have a lot to drink, perhaps the fatigue was stronger. Then Marcy recalls what she told herself then, its almost funny in retrospect. They would be celebrating their first anniversary tomorrow.












