Colors [Completed] Broken Series: 3

18| Blue

'Where were you last night?'

I asked.

'Just down the town.' You replied, your eyes were red and the bags under your eyes was evident. Your hands are searching for something in the drawers. You held your forehead and massage it, probably caused by hangover from last night.

I forced a smile. It hurts.

Liar.

I was at the club last night, watching you dance with a girl.

I passed you the medicine for your headache and you mumbled a 'thanks'.

Thanks?

I will accept it if you only told me the truth.

But it don't have to be like this. I thought you hated lying?
Am I not worth the truth?