"It was never your fault, Miky," Gal reassured Michaela.
"No, it was." Michaela objected.
"Michaela, you were not there when they died okay?"
"Oh, you meant that. Sorry. I mean it is my fault you never told me this." Michaela explained what she meant.
Michaela blamed herself thinking just because she talked too much it was the reason Gal never told her what was going on in her life. Gal tried to tell her that she was not the reason why, even claiming trust issues and such, but Michaela was not having any of that.
She was adamant, hundred percent sure that maybe if one day she would keep quiet and allowed Gal to talk, then the news about Gal's dead parents would be news at the moment.
"It is cold here, are you feeling cold?" Michaela asked worriedly.
Gal smiled, "no, I am okay."
Michaela touched the floor with her bare hands and exclaimed, "ow! It is cold, what are you doing? doing Some kind of an animal?"
