I watch the blood on the toilet paper - confirming my thoughts: I'm not pregnant.
I walk out of the toilet and down the staircase to the ground-floor. I follow the scent of my mate and it leads me to his office.
I take a deep breath as I stand in front of its door, my eyes shut. I haven't been this nervous in a long time.
"Come in, Lila," I hear his voice before I can knock.
Of course.
I grasp the door knob and enter, then stand in place. My face is blunt - no smile, no nothing.
He watches me with now squinted eyes, closing his laptop. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head, then slowly walk to his desk. "Nothing," I occupy the chair in front of it, crossing my fingers calmly. "I'm not pregnant."
He frowns, leaning onto his chair. "Period?"
I nod. "Got it this morning."
He presses his l
