She didn’t want you to go. Hell, she’d been so pissed about it that you hadn’t talked in days. You were the only one who really got her, and now you were off to college. She wasn’t, though. College isn’t her thing.

“Thought I’d… come say farewell, or whatever. Tell ya good luck.”

She scratches her neck awkwardly, standing outside your door. You can tell she’s barely holding up.