gOoDniGhT

They are having a fight again. And this time, as always, is worst than the last time.

C is sitting down, looking at the floor, pouting. B is striding up and down, huffing and puffing.

C says that since she got there first, she should have that. B claims that he is stronger, so he should have that.

That is being clutched tightly by C, while B tries desperately to lunge at that.

And this childish war of epic proportions continue, while I struggle to go on in life without that.

Sleepless, starry, silver, night.