the fountain pen glided smoothly across the paper, leaving neat letters that turned into words, and then into words with deep content, such as a school essay. There was a storm raging outside, and from time to time the wind blew through the leaky windows, manifesting itself in loud whistles.

this tedious silence was broken by the faint creaking of the door when your roommate and best friend - Space - timidly looked inside. when he saw that your eyes landed on him, reproachful for not knocking, he scratched the back of his neck nervously and asked this awkward question.

"Do you mind if i come in...?"

his voice, as usual, delicate and tired with a hint of sadness in his voice made you unable to get angry. it's almost impossible with his gentle and caring personality.