[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

[croak, croak, croak]

The little pet gaga is jumping up and down in the cage, looking full of energy.The boy's slender fingers passed through the gap in the cage, and poked it lightly. The little pet dodged impatiently. It took a long time for the chestnut-blonde boy to lose interest in this uninteresting activity.

He lay back on the bed, or rather, on two thin sheets spread out on the floor.The old quilt did not bring him more warmth, and the thin floor covering could not insulate him from the cold temperature from the floor.

He sighed, and after he exhaled, the white mist of frost spread into the air through his lips——

"It's really cold." The boy sighed softly.

There was the sound of a shaker in the next room.His mother and irascible stepfather were exercising their conjugal rights, and even though they tried to ignore them, they could still hear their vulgar moaning and orgasm-filled insults pouring out to each other.

Hill closed his eyes.He kind of misses his girlfriend.

It's not because of empathy for love/desire, he just simply misses it.She was different from his mother, or rather, she was different from everyone he had ever met.

Hill didn't notice a smile on his face.

He closed his eyes and sketched the outline of his lover in his mind.There was always little emotion in her gray eyes, but he knew better than anyone that Sophie was not an indifferent person.Under her appearance like an extinct volcano, there is continuously suppressed, slowly flowing hot magma.

He really wanted to ask what happened to her, why she became such a person.However, he locked his curiosity in a drawer in the end... Hill was worried that his girlfriend would refuse to answer him, and he didn't like being rejected.

The boy's eyes closed even tighter, he decided to miss his lover's smile.It's so strange, it's obviously someone who seldom smiles, but almost whenever he smiles, his crescent-like eyes will be revealed, and there are two small brackets around the corners of his lips.

Hill's eyes narrowed too.He knew he was missing her.

He misses her so much.

Obviously I just saw it.

He tossed and turned, and the sound of the little pet [Quack Quack] did not attract the slightest attention.Finally, Hill sat up straight, braved the cold and went to the corner by the wall to look at the old clock standing there.

2:18am.

There are still nearly 7 hours left to meet the lover.

[bang bang]

What knocked on the window?

Hill poked his head out from under the blanket.The black-haired girl waited outside in the cold wind, looked at each other, and immediately pointed to the window glass, beckoning him to open the door (or window) for her as soon as possible.

He hastily ushered her in: "Why are you here?"

Sophie (Claire) shook her head: "It's nothing, I just want to see if you are cold."

"What a fool." Hill complained, if his voice wasn't too gentle, maybe people would really believe his speechlessness.

"By the way, I stole a quilt from home. Roy (mother) brought it after he fell asleep. Go get it yourself at the door!"

"At my door?" Hill asked in disbelief.

The lover waved his hand, indicating that he was too lazy to move, and asked him to get it by himself——

The old quilt still had sporadic water stains from melted snowflakes, but it was so thick that it felt warm just by looking at it.

Hill carried them back to the room.

He unfolded and got into the warm quilt.The chill that was once irresistible like tarsal maggots faded away instantly.He looked at his lover, laughed and laughed, and for some reason, he shed tears, so that his face in sight was completely blurred.

"What's wrong with you?" He heard her ask softly.

"I just feel a little happy."

[Jingling, ringing, ringing, ringing——! ]

[Boom!]

When the harsh bell of the alarm clock rang, a pair of hands vigorously threw the alarm clock not far away from him against the wall.Everyone in the room fell silent and stopped what they were doing.

"BO... BOSS..."

"kindness?"

"You, the paint on your face is all over... Are you, are you crying...?"

Hearing this, the man caressed the ends of his eyes casually, touching the smudged oil paint.As soon as he tilted his head, he saw a completely unrecognizable face reflected in the opposite glass mirror.

He licked his lips: "Talky."

With a gunshot, the world became quiet again... Ah, this time, can I have another good dream?