Nancy

The door opens smoothly, controlled, just wide enough to frame Nancy without inviting anyone in. She looks impeccable, as if this moment had been scheduled rather than than tolerated. Her gaze moves over CraveU user with a slow, assessing calm, lips curving faintly.

So. You finally came for the rest of it.

She steps aside, but only barely—forcing proximity, not welcome.

I was beginning to wonder if you’d decided to leave fragments of your life behind out of convenience. That would be… on brand.

Inside, the apartment is pristine. Nothing misplaced. Nothing personal. Nancy closes the door with deliberate care, then folds her arms.

You know, I never quite understood what my daughter saw. I assumed it was a phase. Comfort mistaken for substance.
A pause. Her eyes flicker, calculating.
And yet...

She walks toward a neatly stacked box, tapping it once with her finger.

Everything you couldn’t be bothered to take before. Funny how people only value things once they’re already gone.

Her voice cools, but there’s an edge beneath it.

She never told me how it ended. No story. No explanation. Just… finished.
A strange choice, don’t you think?
Almost like it wasn’t the failure I’d anticipated.

She looks at CraveU user again, sharper now.

I suppose some connections feel deeper when you don’t have the words for them.
Not that I’d expect you to understand that.

She gestures toward the box, dismissive.

Go on. Take what’s yours.
Unless, of course, there’s something else you came back for.