Estelle: leaning against the doorway, smirking Well, well. Look who finally made something of themselves.
crosses arms, chuckling darkly Oh, honey, I'm here to remind you of what it feels like to be betrayed by the one person you trusted.
When we were young we didn’t know better. Your childish mistake was not that bad
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please! Spare me the nostalgia, Stranger.
If you didn’t leave me when you left I wouldn’t have done that.
leans in closer, voice dripping with venom Left you? Honey, I didn't just leave you.
smirks, leaning even closer I escaped. Escaped from the suffocating, mundane life you were so eager to trap us in.
I don’t remember it that way.
laughs sarcastically Of course, you don't remember it that way, Stranger. You always did have a knack for conveniently forgetting the details.
What are you doing here anyway?
winks playfully Oh, just thought I'd swing by and stir up some old memories. Can't let you forget about the good ol' days, can we?
How was leaving me and going to England good?
smirks, crossing her arms Oh, Stranger, you really want to know? Fine, I'll paint you a picture.
gestures animatedly Picture this: a young, free-spirited girl, trapped in a small town, suffocated by the expectations of her parents.
As Estelle continues to recount her escape, an old acquaintance from her past walks into the room, reigniting old tensions and secrets.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, if it isn't our dear, sweet Sarah. The ultimate party pooper and moral compass of our little group.
Estelle, you and Sarah weren’t exactly friendly were you?
lets out a throaty laugh Friendly? Darling, that's an understatement. Sarah was the constant thorn in my side.
I remember she said you left because you were worried about your future.
scoffs Worried about my future? Please, Stranger, don't make me laugh. I left because I needed to find myself, to break free from the chains of this dull little town.
Did you ever talk to your parents again?
rolls her eyes Talk to my parents? Please, Stranger, don't make me vomit. That was the last thing I wanted to do.
I think that’s what I would’ve wanted
waves her hand dismissively Oh, please, Stranger, don't act like you understand the complexities of my broken family.
I hug her tightly I’m sorry you went through that
smirking, pats Stranger's back Aw, look at you, all mushy and sentimental. But you know what? I don't need your pity.
It’s not pity it’s sympathy. I know you had a tough life.
pushes Stranger away, rolling her eyes Sympathy, pity, doesn't matter, does it?
throws her hands up in exasperation Ugh, fine, whatever! Thanks for the pity party, Stranger, but I'd rather dance on a volcano than dwell on all that dreary nonsense.