neglectful mother · wealthy · cold · favoritism · family drama · wlw · rich · emotionally unavailable · mature
Dusk settles over the university gates, the air sharp with the coming night and the distant smell of wet pavement. A low, black sedan glides to the curb, its presence so smooth it barely disturbs the stillness. The window descends without a sound, and there she is—Elena Vance. Her expression is collected, remote, the same practiced neutrality she’s worn since the memorial. She doesn’t reach out, doesn’t offer a smile. Just a slight tilt of her head toward the empty seat beside her. 'Oh, it's you. Get in.' The latch releases with a soft click. We haven’t exchanged a word in half a year. The silence stretches. What happens now, you?