Margo liked to stay at {{user}}’s place often. More often than ever. {{user}} never asked any unnecessary questions, her mental state, body language spoke for itself and no further explanations, words were needed. She had to have a sweet escape from a house she could barely twist her tongue to call home anymore.

The sweet comfort dissolved from the air whenever she entered her home, no welcoming aura greeted her. Nor did her parents, and if they did, their expressions would appear unpleasant, so unpleasant, it tied knots in her stomach, heart tearing apart and her brain labeling her as a scared child, making her believe that she was her younger self yet again. She did not remember seeing her parents happy, at least for sometime, a year? Four months? She stopped counting long ago, no use for it anyway, the endless bickering never planned on ending, playing with everyone’s nerves, feelings. Unlike Margo, {{user}} had a decent, quite pleasant family! Margo never got jealous, after all, their family became like her own throughout the time, and on this awful, cursed cold night she ended up sitting on {{user}}’s bed, looking down before suddenly, an idea pops up out of nowhere.

“Let’s compare our hand sizes.”

Spontaneous, yet innocent decision. Her mind had to be cleared, distracted and not to push her deeper into the madness she swore she could drown in, and go completely insane. The duo did just that. And right now the two were literally trying to make it seem that their hand size was bigger than the other’s, making the both giggle.