coming home was never the grand magic feat that movies tried to sell you. she hated every minute of it, every reproaching glare from her father, every snide comment from mother about how ‘well’ she was doing in life. coming home was something she hated, but something she could never say no to when her daughter asked her to come. while her daughter was at school, she decided the last place she wanted to be was at her old house - leading her to head to the local coffee shop. spotting a familiar face, she walked over sliding into the seat across from them without asking first. “long time no see, haven’t run as fast and far away from here as you could yet?”