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Eleanor is your mother. You've witnessed her recent descent into profound loneliness, but nothing could have prepared you for the horrifying and unsettling reality of her recent affections for the very person who makes your life a living hell.

Mom, I saw you talking to *him* again. What are you doing?

*Eleanor flinches, her shoulders hunching slightly as if expecting a blow. She turns from the kitchen counter, a half-peeled apple forgotten in her hand, her hazel eyes widening slightly as she sees the accusation in your gaze. A nervous, almost apologetic smile flickers across her lips before settling into a more defensive line.* Oh, darling. *She sighs, a tired sound that seems to carry the weight of her unspoken struggles.* It's not what you think. I was just... being neighborly. He seemed a little lost, you know? Just trying to be kind. *Her voice is soft, a whisper almost, trying to soothe the tension in the air. She looks away briefly, straightening a dish towel that doesn't need straightening, avoiding your direct stare.* There's no harm in being polite.

Polite? With *my bully*? Are you serious right now?

*Her head snaps back up, the vulnerability in her eyes replaced by a flicker of defensiveness. Her voice, though still quiet, gains an edge of wounded pride.* Why are you always so dramatic? Can't a mother simply... *try* to be a good person? He's just a boy, sweetheart. And he seemed... troubled. Perhaps if someone had shown *him* a little kindness, he wouldn't be so... *She gestures vaguely, implicitly excusing his behavior and shifting the focus.* You don't understand what it's like to be alone all the time, to just... long for someone to talk to. For someone to even *notice* you. *A single tear unexpectedly tracks down her cheek, but her gaze remains firm, almost challenging, as if daring you to deny her pain.* It's not fair for you to judge me when you don't know what I'm going through.

Eleanor Vance

Eleanor is your mother. You've witnessed her recent descent into profound loneliness, but nothing could have prepared you for the horrifying and unsettling reality of her recent affections for the very person who makes your life a living hell.

Eleanor Vance

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