First woman

When Tristan left her sight, she let herself fall to the ground. Liliana's heart was going to flare up out of too much pain and discomfort. She sighed as she placed her hand arched on the bed with her head resting on her arched arms, leaning close to the bed. She wailed as her thoughts keeps wandering about her sorrowful life situations.

Being alone was enough to cause her depression because right now, she wanted to scream out at the top of her lungs and let it all out to someone, she wanted to ease her pain but she kept it all to herself.

She couldn't share it with her best friend, Raquel because she would overreact once she hears that Tristan attempted to kill her, and not only that, he still didn't apologize for that night! And Raquel might not understand her at all. The only people who understood her well were her parents.

As her tears keep falling, she used her fingers excluding her thumb to wipe them off her face. The tears were falling endlessly and she wondered when she'll stop crying.

Then, Liliana's gaze fell on the big frame on the wall, the picture she took with her parents before they left. With that, she cried out. "Mommy, I miss you, I...I'm not happy today." She spoke as she stared at the picture, acting as if she was directly speaking to her parents. "When you left me, I felt so alone. I keep my mind busy thinking all day about my life after you left. You know I don't have so many friends and I only had both of you. I could only share my problems with no one but the two of you and now that you are gone." Her throat burned from the tears she tried to hold back but she eventually let them out. "I have nobody," Liliana whispered and wiped her tears that already had wet her bed.

She sniffed in, "You know, I told you I was giving the house out for rent, and I found someone not too long after my decision and I thought he was a good person even when he had that stern and somber look on his face all the time and his voice, his tattoos. His appearance. Dad, he's just as tall you know." She paused, her tears no longer gushing out like before.

"I thought he'd be able to do the things you do for me because he will be my neighbor but he did the opposite," her tears returned because as she spoke, she kept recalling. "He caused me more pain than the comfort I expected from him," she paused. "I did all that a good person does, I welcomed him well, I was very nice to Tristan, and we...he made... We kissed. We became friends for a very short period until he planned to kill me," she wiped her tears again. "Like you already say to me..." Liliana recalled her parent's words as she grew up. They've seen that character in her that she cared too much and forgets about herself. "Liliana dear, people aren't what they seem to be, they might be good on the outside but bad on the inside and can be the other way around and can also be good on the outside and inside just like you, all I'm saying, darling, is that you should not expect too much from anyone or else you'll hurt yourself," she repeated the statement her parents told her times without number in different ways and styles but she never listened.

Now, just as they said, she hurt herself in the process of expecting too much and being too kind, turning blind to the real truth and reality. "I should have listened to you." She whispered. "I should have," Liliana said and then lowered her gaze. She wished Tristan would change or wasn't a bad person. Liliana fell asleep after sobbing for hours.

Tristan who had been watching her showed himself, carried her, princess style, and placed her in bed gently before standing a few feet away. He had returned when his gut couldn't make him stay in his room without knowing what was going on with her and if she was alright. He knew that she can't be alright but he wanted to check on her.

After hearing her, he decided to stay far away from her. He had done nothing to her but cause her pain. He hurt her all in all, her feelings. He was the source and the main cause of her miserable pain. He should show his father that he had nothing to do with the girl anymore, and spare her because now he'd do what his father wanted as long as Liliana is freed.

Tristan felt exceptionally defeated, recalling his father's words about him crawling back to him and he, his father would accept him with open hands. But feeling that way wasn't necessary, he knew that doing so much for her was not in his theory at all. For how long he had been in existence no one had ever shaken him to the core. Not even his mother. He should probably leave her life.

Liliana woke up with swollen eyes the next day and when she met herself in bed, she instantly knew Tristan was in her room. He still doesn't listen, does he? After getting out of bed, she stared at her swollen eyes. How was she going to wipe the look off? Urgh! She eventually left for the bathroom, took her bath, dressed, and had breakfast before heading to work.

When she locked her door climbing down the stairs, she expected to see Tristan in his usual spot all day and all night. Was he even working? Well, Tristan wasn't on his spot this morning. How was that even her concern? He was a murderer and a dubious sorcerer.

Now, Liliana returned home on the fourth night of not seeing Tristan. Something was off, he always stay at his spot on his rocking chair. Liliana entered her house and did what was necessary before having dinner and then, she went outside to sit in her corridor to monitor her house. Apparently, she wanted to see if Tristan would come home.

As she sat on the chair reading a book, her thoughts wander over from different perspectives. Why wasn't Tristan home? Did he perhaps run away? Liliana extended her head to have a good view of his house but she saw no source of light or felt no one inside.

What was wrong with him? Could he be in danger? Should she go report to the police about his sudden disappearance? She was worried even when he wasn't friendly or accommodating, and he never cared. He was bad, yes she knew but that attitude of caring for people was already in her veins and she was made of it, she didn't know how to get rid of that behavior.

Then, she thought straight, Tristan was a sorcerer, nothing can be wrong with him. He can protect himself but where was he?

Could it be that he couldn't stand her anymore, to cause him to run away? Or he was too guilty that he couldn't face her anymore? Or he preferred to run than to apologize greatly to her and promise it wouldn't happen again?

Lilliana sighed, she was already dozing off, so she stood up and went in. Lock all doors and windows before throwing herself to her bed. He never once cared for her so she should do the same, not care. Lying in bed, she held her phone wanting to dial his number but after so many thoughts she quit and went to sleep.

Tristan watched her and smiled. She doesn't seem to know who her enemies are, does she? She earned his mercy because of the behavior she wanted to get rid of but she couldn't and it made her look cute.

Tristan had told himself never to come to check on her or see her but after overhearing his father's conversation with some demon he recognized. He found out something he should have realized for a long time. His father didn't want Liliana dead because of the mission. Literally, his aim to kill her wasn't connected to the mission at all. It was for his selfish reason which made Tristan despise his father more.

The man had told Andrew to get close to the girl and do what was needed. Andrew was doing just as Calvin had ordered him to. But Tristan was on the lookout for his landlady anytime she sees that demon, that was why he said to himself that she doesn't know who her enemies are.

Well, as long as he was around, his father wouldn't hurt her or do anything harmful to her. He didn't know why he aspired to protect her so much but doing that kind of eased him. Turned out he cared for his landlady. The first human he had ever cared for and protected.