My eyes moved to where the pitcher was kept filled with water along with glass. I stood up and walked there to put myself in a glass of water and gulped it down.
It eased the dried throat.
I hummed as I placed it down. "Do you know what it means?" I wondered out loud for Tristan to hear my thoughts. "It means that she never sacrificed himself for me. It changes my Outlook and everything."
"Gen—"
"No no," I shook my head, "Let me speak." I turned around and walked to stand in front of him. "She would have never put herself forward if she knew that she would die. I do not know why but it hurts Tristan. Even though I understand that no one wants to die, it hurts inside," I pointed to my chest where my heart was, "it hurts me here."
His Stern and firm expressions softened as he looked to where I was ponting. "I understand—"