Y/N would sit on the grass for hours at a time, talking to the statue that sat next to a tree.
It was a gray, old statue with seemingly long, sculpted hair and a beautiful body with a long dress. Needless to say, it was very realistic.
Y/N rambled on about gossip and drama, til the sunset came.
"Y/N! Its time to go, sweetie!"
"Ten more minutes?"
"Now!"
"Fine." The girl huffed, standing and waving at the statue. "Bye, Beatrice!"

While walking away, neither the mother or Y/N expected the response.
"Cya later, Y/N!"