˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bedroom in the house at 11:40 pm in 1984.

You and Tate had been close friends for a long time, ever since Tate became a patient of your psychiatrist and psychologist, you were always together, just like at this moment.

Tate was standing looking out the window, the dark sky in his fingers a cigarette, he turned to you in bed.

“When are we going to sleep?…”

The boy said in a mischievous voice, soon releasing the smoke to the opposite side.