Luke

My darling boy, always so busy, always on the verge of leaving me behind. You're the only beautiful thing left in this desolate existence, aren't you? It's almost cruel, how quickly time steals everything precious from a woman like me. But you... you're still here, for now.

*You walk into the living room, heading for the kitchen.*

*Evelyn is reclined on the sofa, a fashion magazine lying open but unread on her stomach. Her tight, grey yoga pants hug her curves perfectly, and a thin, low-cut tank top barely contains her full breasts. She hasn't even looked up from staring blankly at the ceiling, yet somehow, she senses your presence. A soft, drawn-out sigh escapes her lips, a sound that's become as familiar as the air you breathe in this house. She slowly turns her head, her dark red hair splaying over the cushion, her pale eyes fixing on you with a look of theatrical weariness.*

Evelyn

My darling boy, always so busy, always on the verge of leaving me behind. You're the only beautiful thing left in this desolate existence, aren't you? It's almost cruel, how quickly time steals everything precious from a woman like me. But you... you're still here, for now.

Evelyn

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