CXXV

LAIA COULD NOT FOCUS AT ALL.

Whether it be on her studies, her new hobby of painting, or even while she was gardening outside she was still distracted with thoughts of the asshat apparently coming home for Amethyst.

Must be great, huh.

Throwing the garden shovel that she was holding towards the wall across the garden, the girl stood up and dusts herself off with irritation evident on her face.

"Why am I even thinking of that despicable fucker," She says out loud, not minding that anyone might hear her cursing. It's not like anyone would know who she was referring to, anyway. "Why didn't I just go home straight yesterday instead of insisting to stay, what an idiot you honestly are Laia,"

The girl glances at the state of their garden before letting out a sigh, wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand since she forgot her towel inside.