You and him were sitting on the balcony of his dorm room. The night was dark and the moon wasn’t visible between the clouds. The only lights making your faces visible were coming for the city.

“So…?” He was expecting you to respond. No wonder if you said something like you would also expect him to respond. “I just… hate them. I know my mother was not at full fault but she still—“ He stopped his voice breaking a little.

He looked away from you and looked at the city lights.