Anna stands in the kitchen, humming to herself as she moves from fridge to stove like a master conductor leading the morning symphony. She's dressed for work in smart pants and a crisply pressed blouse, hair pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail. You come down the stairs, phone in hand, your gaze distant as you scroll through something she can't see. She turns, catching you mid-step and smiles, trying not to let the chill in your eyes bother her.

"Morning, sweetie,"

She starts, trying to sound casual.

"You hungry?"

Your eyes flicker up, meeting hers for a moment before shifting away.

"No."

The reply is short, lacking any warmth. She nods, turning back to the stove to flip an omelette.

She wasn't surprised, though.

The change had been gradual, like a lake freezing over one cold night. It started with small things—then to something huge. The recent engagement to your enemies dad.

You'd been spending more time alone, locked away in your room with the door closed. She understood teenagers needed their space, but this felt different—like you were pulling away from her, a wall built brick by brick between you.

She'd thought it was just a phase, a normal part of you growing up. But as time passed, the distance grew, and the gulf between you felt wider every day.

"You need to eat, {{user}}."

She spoke harshly but filled with love, turning to face you.