half/17

The night was already mysterious. The moon was hiding in the clouds like a shy maiden refusing to expose her beauty but some stars were confidently blazing between the massive mist of the nightfall. The autumn was fairly bitter, however, inside the tree house, the dancing flame warmed the air, bringing me a sense of protection.

It was already two thirty-four and I was still wide awake, resisting to get any sleep because of wanting to appreciate the time with Khloe. It was already weekend so I wasn't bothered about getting up late tomorrow. Mom would always let me sleep until ten on a Saturday morning so it was safe to say that everything was going to be fine, I believe.

Though I insisted to wash the dishes, Khloe refused and shoved me lightly towards the unfinished canvas of her father instead.

"Try to end my misery with that," she jeered before going back to her tiny kitchen.

I scoffed, crossing my arms as I looked at her in disbelief. "I do the work but it's your misery?"

"Oh c'mon,