you both were laying on your bed in the room ,with his arms around you as you played with his hand. He was silent ,staring at the ceiling in silence.

that’s when he cut the silence by tightening his grip on your hand

I don’t wanna live in this place anymore ..makes me feel poor

‘We aren’t poor Sean..we’re-‘

come sí come sa he shut your lips by his finger you need to stop sweetheart.the people,the style..the morals.. it feels..poor he said with a frown