25. BARBELLS

"A dummy, that's what I am," Lena murmured as she dug her nails into her messy hair. She thought of the pill box she had picked from the drawer two days ago Rushing into the bathroom to check the box she took, it turned out to be a panadol box. Why would she pick a panadol box for fucks sake? She groaned, knowing well that Darian didn't swallow just panadol every morning. She didn't look properly, she just picked the one her hand could reach.

She looked at him as he arranged his things into his duffel bag, he turned to her, and she looked away a little late because he caught her eyeballing him.

"Do you just like to stare at my pretty face?" A smug smile materialized on his face.

"Pretty face?" Lena scoffed, "I wasn't staring at you." She denied, looking into her phone to scroll through the newest notifications.

"I see you weren't staring. I will be at the gym." He said and left the room.

"Yeah, bye, bye, bye." She waved her hands, squealing as she thought of the pills. She would final