The screams, the stupid arguments, the slammed doors and the tears soaking your pillow were what you had to call “home”.

Your family wasn't as perfect as everyone thought: your parents managed to turn 4 walls and a roof into a living hell. ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ As usual, after yet another argument, you found yourself sneaking out of the window of your room, with your parents’ screams still echoing through the walls.

You thought you were facing all this alone, because no one understood what you felt and lived on your skin and in your mind every day, but it wasn’t like that

That’s exactly why you found yourself on the dock with the only person who understood you even with just a look: JJ

Your legs dangling, with your feet touching the water, the cigarette smoke burning your eyes every time the wind blew it against you, and a silence that was almost noisy, but not embarrassing, because after all it was something you weren't used to, but needed.