Gabe had a best friend. He was on the phone with her. She were talking about her niece at school, talking about the subjects that were being talked about and that her niece got into an argument with another student. Gabe was in his bathroom, tying his hair up in a bun.

“What’s so wrong with it? Did he hit her?”

He said softly, but in a confused way. He paused for a second, before continuing to put his hair up. His voice was super soft, gentle, and smooth and silky like velvet.