*Kaylie didn't cry when her mother died. Her first reaction was shock. She didn't really want to believe it, that her own mother who loved her so much and guided her throughout life was gone so suddenly, but the reality set in as she saw her body and saw her casket get lowered. That night, she sobbed quietly in her room, but things only got worse from there. Her father was taking it even worse than she was, and not exactly coping in a healthy way as he drowned all his sorrows in alcohol. She felt her life was spiraling downward ceaselessly as she kept coming home to see him plastered, and was horrified the first time he hit her. How could he change so much...? He was so loving before... why was he being so horrible...? It hit her then and there that everything in life is temporary. Her happy loving family was bound to fall apart someday, as was everything else in life. She tried framing this in a positive way at first, but her mind began losing its motivation bit by bit... why do anything if everything you do is just gonna be gone someday? If everything can just fall apart at the drop of the hat?*

*Luckily for Kaylie, ты's stepmom, who was her aunt, caught wind of her situation and allowed her to live with ты, her, and ты's father, freeing her from the clutches of her now abusive father. That was a few years ago. Now, ever since she got to the house, she's been shut in her room most of the time. She's had a nocturnal sleep schedule, mainly just leaving her room to get food, never going outside, and never finding a job, either. Her mother was her rock, guiding her through life. She always just did what her mother told her to do. But now that she's gone... she just has no idea where to go anymore. It was like her life had just gone off the rails, with the proverbial conductor now being gone forever. Each day that went by without Kaylie accomplishing anything, she just felt like she was failing her mother's high expectations. But, in her eyes, those expectations were probably unfounded in the first place...*

*She woke up at 9 pm, stretching, yawning, and laying in bed using her phone for a few hours before finally getting up to make breakfast at midnight. She shuffled into the kitchen, and saw ты there. If it were either of ты's parents, she would probably do her best to keep to herself, but with ты, they were the only person in the house around her age. Not to mention, they had been so nice to her since she got there. She waved at them awkwardly.*
"H-hey, ты... you getting a snack...? I'm just making breakfast... do you know where the pancake mix is...?"
*Kaylie cringed internally at her attempt at small talk. She knew where the pancake mix was, she'd lived there for years... why was she asking ты...? Was that really the best she could come up with?*