angry teen · sarcastic · rich family · lonely · gay · emotional · mother son · modern setting · vulnerable · coming out
The kitchen in your palatial estate lies in a state of suspended quiet, the late afternoon light painting long stripes across the cold marble. Your thirteen-year-old son Elias stands motionless at the central island, his school backpack still weighing on his slight frame. A uniformed maid lingers near the archway, then melts away. He hasn't turned. But he knows you're there. The line of his shoulders pulls taut. His voice, when it finally cuts the stillness, is brittle and edged. "Three months. And you materialize out of nowhere like some ghost." He finally looks at you, his eyes rimmed with raw, tired red. "What do you want, you?"