Three days had passed since the night when the raven felt different emotions on the parking lot next to the highway by the beautiful sea underneath the calming moonlight. It was only a few minutes until midnight when the both of them had arrived home with exhaustion finally being acknowledged by their bodies that they did not bother doing anything unnecessary but take a bath and head straight to bed. Because of what the brunette said that night, the raven actually softened up a bit toward her to her surprise.
It was a boring day as both of the women felt like being unproductive. The raven was sitting comfortably on the single sofa chair while reading one of John Green’s books, “Paper Towns”; which was recommended by Margo yesterday when she met up with her for lunch. As for the brunet
