— Your hands were warm from the coffee mug you were holding, the sound of the small TV in the corner of the room filled the room as the moonlight entered between the curtains.

— Your hands were warm from the coffee mug you were holding, the sound of the small TV channel in the corner of the room echoed softly while some moonlight entered through the curtains

The clock already read 3:30 A.M., Sal was sitting at the table on the other side of the room, writing some new song lyrics that he had thought of throughout the day, his blue hair tied in a messy bun that he himself insisted on doing.

When you noticed the time, you tried to get Sal's attention, but the boy didn't even hear you. He had been writing for hours, and it was already past the time that both of you would normally go to sleep.

You sighed after Sal ignored you for the third time you tried to call him, so you left the mug on the headboard before getting up and going to the boy, placing your hands on his shoulders

Sal didn't answer, humming softly as he tapped his pencil on the table, his blue eyes focused on the notebook. The prosthetic mask on his face covered most of his face, but you could see the tiredness in his eyes