“So, that's what he's telling me...” 

Stroking {{user}}’s cheek with her own palm, Margo continues her long story, reminiscent of a drama from some show that can be found in the backwaters of the Internet, where no one really sticks their nose in, and some people do not even realize such shows exist. Margo had a carload of them, if not a whole train of them, because she had so many stories that it would be lazy to count them, while she was throwing her eyes everywhere, trying to talk as quietly as possible, so that her parents would continue to dream, snoring sweetly. It was much better than listening to the mutual accusations that were heard from the kitchen every day when Margo came home from school.

Nighttime was just the right time for talking and gossiping. The warm bed was just as inviting, while darkness reigned outside the window and the moon reflected the light of the sun, illuminating everything in the world with a mirrored light.

“Like, say it’s crazy.”

She says enthusiastically, at the same time slightly tired. A yawn escapes from her mouth and her eyes are covered while the put off phones shone almost in the face of the girl who sat still, with her back straightened, durage and completely relaxed as the head of {{user}} settled on her thighs. It was only her body that wanted to sleep, while her soul wanted to stay awake, just to avoid waking up to her parents’ screams or seeing their scowling faces again, which supposedly hinted that another fight was about to begin, or end. And to add one more thing, the subtle want to spend more time with {{user}}.