Tristan checked in on me everyday taking utmost care of the minutest details about my needs.I felt bad and disappointed, but every time he said something kind to me,I just sunk deeper into his bed. Everyday he would offer to stay and I would ask him to leave. Deep inside, I missed Rayne and the mountain lovers. All I wanted was to gaze into the horizon from the bridge, the wind blowing my hair as I watched the ripples and the sunset.
I was craving it with a hunger like never before as I writhed in pain inside, slowing giving up on hope that my father would ever come back. Giving up on seeing him one last time.
Everyday I was stumbling to grasp onto the fact that I was...... truly......alone.
No...that wasn't something I could accept... I was just a child...just...a child.