Lana watched the long hand of the huge wall clock hit twelve, her sigh joining the tick sound to fill the air.
9pm.
She adjusted her sitting position on the couch, now stretching her legs forward as she sent her intertwined hands to the back of her head. Ever since she returned home, her legs had been crossed stretched and then crossed again. Her arms had been folded, placed by her side, settled on her laps and then stretched towards the door as she impatiently waited for it to get opened.
Though she was yet to say it out loud or even properly admit it to herself, she was waiting for Alexander to return.
Now, her reason for doing that was one she wasn't so sure herself. Ever since her things got moved to his room, it was like they embarked on a different type of silent war. He acted like she didn't exist in the house and she did the same, their relationship now worse than ever.
