31: Fainting Into the Silence
We were at the bridge.
The air was cold, bitter... something similar had oozed into our hearts as well as we overlooked the mystic magic of Bloomsville.
Tristan was unusually silent and I was ashamed, thinking of a way I could make him feel better,
"I'm sorry..."
He was looking into the far horizon, his teeth gritting in some thought, I watched as he let out his breath slowly and shook his head in an old-world nonchalance,
"I don't know what you're problem is, we we're- it's OK".
"Even if it was ok, I should have talked to you before I said that..."
He took out a cigarette and lit it, releasing smoke into the air. I watched as it riled, mixing up with the condescending breeze that broke goosebumps on our skin.
He shrugged,
"Rose, we were together for sex and if it's not her then it's another one, at least for me.... it was becoming suffocating anyways"
I let out a breath and took out my phone, sending a message to Ruby.
I'm sorry.
Can we talk?
Please...