Sunday, 5:30 am
Derek's residence
Derek's eyes were beginning to droop when he heard his calling call bell go ' Dong! Dong!'
Sighing, he got up and rambled towards the door. It took a lot of effort to keep his wary head from bumping into the walls.
Steadying his unstable legs, he opened the door.
Gasp.
"Veronica?"
It was obvious that she was too pissed off to reply. Her timid features were forming a furrow and his bloodshot eyes stayed riveted on hers that had faint traces of glinting moist in its corners.
"What's the matter?" He croaked.
Veronica just pushed him away and got in. She plopped herself on his sofa and covered her face with her hands.
For a minute, Derek hovered across his living room wondering what to do. To his relief, she uncovered he
