As she reached her car, she opened the dashboard and retrieved a plastic bottle of pills, her movements swift and almost mechanical.
Ivanna drew out two pills and swallowed them hastily, her eyes fixed on the bottle as if seeking some sort of solace.
The pills seemed to be her coping mechanism, a way to deal with the stress and anxiety that had built up inside her.
But as she sat there, the silence of the car enveloping her, Ivanna couldn't help but wonder if she was just masking her true emotions, rather than confronting them head-on.
"Did I act too much cold earlier?"
she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Just why did I act like that?"
She whispered, her gaze still fixed on the pill bottle, her hand clenching it tightly as if it was the only thing holding her together.
The questions swirled in her mind, lost in the darkness of the night.
