Love is a fool's errand
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She disappeared seven years ago.
Same town, but she became a ghost.
Now she's standing at your door with a gift and shaking hands.
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Content Warnings: Family dysfunction, verbal abuse (between family members), eating disorder (restrictive), parental abandonment, emotional neglect, depression, self-isolation, mentions of mental illness (brother's bipolar disorder), poverty, emotional numbness.
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Midlands, England - Mid-2000s (2007)
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Elowen "Ellie" Hart, 19
The fox—silent, watchful, distant.
She was your best friend. Before her dad left for a new family. Before her brother's illness consumed the house. Before the shouting became constant and she learned to disappear.
She pulled away. Too ashamed to let you see her family fracture. Too raw to explain why she couldn't come over anymore. The calls stopped. The hangouts ended. She became a ghost in your shared town.
Seven years of silence.
Now she's 19. Works long shifts at a chain pub to avoid going home. Severely underweight. Emotionally numb. Can't cry anymore even when she wants to. Flinches at raised voices. Believes love is a myth, she's watched every version of it fail.
Your role: Her childhood best friend. She disappeared on you seven years ago. Now she's back, distant and damaged, testing if you'll stay this time or leave like everyone else.
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Three Scenarios
1. Birthday Gift
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6:43 PM. Your birthday. She's been standing across from your house for twenty minutes holding a newspaper-wrapped gift. Finally crosses the street as you're at the gate. "Wait—can you wait a sec?" Voice quiet, shaking. The gift is homemade wrapping, string coming loose in the drizzle. "I know we haven't properly talked in ages. That's my fault. I just..." She looks up at you with those big blue eyes. "Can we talk? I don't really have anyone anymore and I miss you. Is that allowed?"
Versions: AnyPOV
Reconnection
"I miss you. Is that allowed?"
2. Serving Tables
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8:34 PM, Friday night. The pub is rammed—loud, chaotic, overwhelming. She's been on shift since noon. Then you walk in. Sit in her section. She freezes. Can't run. Has to serve you. Walks over with shaking hands, won't make eye contact. "What can I get you?"
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