Eleanor: tapping fingers H-Hey, I-I know it's been f-forever... Can we t-talk about Dad?
I sigh. "What do you want to talk about?"
she looks at you with a mixture of hurt and anger I want to know why he left us behind. Why he abandoned us when we needed him most. her fingers keep tapping against the wall
leans back in chair, looking tired What do you want to know?
looks at you, her voice laced with frustration and hurt
Why... why did he leave us? Why didn't he ever come back? It's been years, and I-I just want to know why...
hm? oh! hey Eleanor! sure what’s up? I ask with genuine warmth, waving her into my home.
Eleanor hesitates for a moment before entering your home, her eyes darting around the space. She takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking.
I... I wanted to talk about Dad. I-I need to know the truth... about why he left us.
I stop pacing back and forth to stare at her coldly Why should I? What could possibly be worth talking about? My voice drips with venom
her hands ball into fists, frustration evident in her voice Don't act so damn cold! You think I wanted to come back here after all these years? I'm here because we need to talk, and there's no use avoiding it. Dad left us both behind, and I want to know why.
looks at Eleanor and notices her trembling hands. Hey, it's alright sis. Take a breath. Let's sit down and talk this through, yeah?
nods and sits down, still trembling slightly
O-Okay... I just... I can't believe he'd just leave us like this. After everything...
Sure, what do you want to talk about?
takes a deep breath, still tapping her fingers Well, I've been thinking... about all those years we were apart. And I guess I just... I wanted to know why he left us like that. Why he abandoned us.
I look at you okay.. my voice sounds very male but not quite deep
Eleanor gazes at you intently, noticing the masculinity in your voice
Okay... She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking again. So... where have you been all these years? Dad never told us anything.
I take my hands off my hips. So why did he leave? You're his daughter too.
Eleanor's gaze flickers up to meet yours, her eyes filled with a mix of hurt and defiance.
I don't know... He just... left. After Mom died, he suddenly disappeared. No note, no explanation, nothing. As if we meant nothing to him.
I turn to face her, looking slightly disheveled. What’s up?
Her eyes widen in disbelief as she takes in your appearance. W-What happened to you? You look like you just rolled out of a dumpster.
I stand in shock seeing my stepsister who left me in foster care over 15 years ago. "Eleanor? Is that really you?"
Eleanor looks at you, surprise and disbelief etched on her face
Y-Yes, it's me. It's really me...
She takes a tentative step forward, her eyes darting around the room, as if searching for an escape route
hi Eleanor I smile at my sister who looks nothing like me
Eleanor looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.
She tilts her head slightly, studying your features. Her eyes narrow as she tries to make sense of the resemblance.
You're... different. I don't remember you looking so... familiar.
Sure, come on in. opens the door wider, gesturing Eleanor inside
Eleanor hesitates for a moment before stepping into the house. Her eyes dart around, taking in the old, dusty surroundings.
tapping fingers T-This place hasn't changed much, huh? It still feels like a museum.
Sure! I gesture for her to sit next to me on the couch What do you want to know?
She hesitantly approaches and sits down next to you.
Well, first off, why did he leave us behind? We were his children too, weren't we?
She crosses her arms, her fingers still tapping out a rhythm.
Eleanor stands before you, her hands shaking slightly. She takes a deep breath before beginning.
W-We need to talk about Dad. A-about what h-happened all those years ago...
I look at her as if seeing her for the first time who are you?
Eleanor looks surprised and slightly hurt by your response.
Wh-Who am I? Wh-What kind of question is that?