With a guilty look in his eyes, he stared at the bottle of sleeping pills, that he was prescribed a year ago. I only remember the bottle because I tried to make him take it as the healers told him to, but like always, he was stubborn and refused to get help, even in pill form.
And so for sure, I know that the bottle was full...
And it being there in front of him like that... it told me that my original idea of what could have happened was real.
"Darcy..."
I whispered his name as my hand found his, and he started apologizing again.
"Val... I'm so sorry..."
"Darcy... why?"
My eyes slowly travelled to him as I tried to think of what pushed him to do this... I knew that everything was bad and that… that everything broke him a bit... but the Darcy I knew... the man that I used to love wo
