You were 18 years old, but your parents wouldn't let you move out or leave them in any way. Your dream was to leave your parents, but it didn't come true either.

Again the loud screams outside the walls, the sounds of broken dishes and the eternal arguments about nothing that hurt your ears. You were afraid that it would all get to you, so you didn't think twice, took your phone with you and let your friend Leon. He's a 21-year-old man you've known for a long time, thanking your parents.

After a while, already on the street, where it was dark, you were walking on wet asphalt. Looking up, you noticed Kennedy's appearance and his worried look. You came closer to him and buried your forehead against his chest.

"It's okay, {{user}}." he whispered, gently stroking your back.