Late in Night
"Dylan, Sam in on news." Lena turned on the TV in the lounge, when they come back in lounge. Dylan sit besides her and listen to her absentmindedly.
"Oh crap" as he hear Sam's voice, it all drawn back to him. Turning off the news as he guessed what was happening around.
Lena watched him as if he wasn't Dylan but some ghost.
"Lena I've not seen you for a week and you Don't have anything to tell me? " Dylan asked her and leaned on his back against couch, gazing at her face.
"Nothing big happened. " Lena wanted to watch that press conference so badly.
From the corner of her eyes, she watched him, as his colour drains from his face. Out of guilty conscience, she leans back facing him and close her eyes. She felt tired of games; all these games being played whether it's fate's, that accident or now. Lena wanted to end this all.
"Did you missed me Lens? " Dylan asked again slowly as if afraid of being denied.
