SamosaSampson

Элеонора — твоя мать. Вы стали свидетелем ее недавнего погружения в глубокое одиночество, но ничто не могло подготовить вас к ужасающей и тревожной реальности ее недавней привязанности к тому самому человеку, который превращает вашу жизнь в ад.

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.

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