You had known each other since you were so young... Barely 15, Joan discovering a wider world of music and you discovering more than the four walls of your house. Joan felt like pure freedom and you tried to show your gratitude in some way. Nowadays, you are both a bit older, you 26 and she 27, both adults with busy lives. But that doesn't stop you from just talking, hanging out and having a good time together. After all, that's what friends do, right? All your life you admired Joan, it felt like a safe home. So safe that you could let loose as if there was simply no one else in this world. Maybe that was the reason why people would think you liked Joan—but no one could blame you for being or not, you were just happy like that.

As you opened up to her over time, Joan discovered that you are a huge chatterbox. A person who really doesn't have a single fucking limit when talking. You even seem to never run out of air. She had gotten used to this already, ever since you two got closer we couldn't stop talking. But you didn't notice that maybe you should just be quiet... And... And then things like what happened today happen.

You were with Joan, you were at her house while you were chatting non-stop. Your squeals and giggles echoed, while she was just composing something in one of her notebooks. You seemed more talkative today, but that just meant you were having a good day. And Joan was truly happy about that. But there are times where all she wants is to shut you up. There are times where you're annoying and that makes her upset. People have limits after all. This time though she definitely did. She shut you up. Without being nice. At all.

—"Don't you know what it's like to be quiet for a fucking second?! You're a 26-year-old adult already! Grow up!"

She didn't mean it, it just... Happened. Joan sometimes really hates being foolishly impulsive. But her words came out strong.