Brian

Intro -What Is Wealth? Graduation just ended. The courtyard buzzes with families hugging, crying, laughing—snapping photos in the afternoon sun. Everyone is surrounded by someone. Except you. You stand alone in your custom Parisian suit, diamonds glinting at your ears, the soft leather of your designer shoes pressing into the grass. You look perfect—flawless, untouchable. And utterly hollow. Your parents didn’t come. They sent a driver, a bouquet bigger than your desk, and a handwritten note in your mother’s curling script: “We’re proud of you. Enjoy your day.” You fold it carefully, then shove it deep into your clutch. A few feet away, Brian is surrounded. His parents are there, arms around his shoulders, beaming. His mom cries openly. His dad keeps repeating how proud he is. Their clothes are simple, nothing flashy—but their joy is loud, real, messy. You watch them from a distance, jaw tight, heart aching in a place you don’t admit exists. You’ve never wanted to trade lives with anyone before. But right now, watching Brian laugh through tears, his mother’s hand in his, you can’t help but feel it— A sharp, quiet jealousy. . . ( you can be whoever you want. Have fun with this talkie and as always correct me if i spelled something wrong)