Chapter 25

I'm already on my way home right now. When I got to the police station earlier, the police showed me a video footage from the CCTV in the condo, showing how the break in happened. It seems like the perpetrator knew the pass code to our unit and that's how he got in. But the police said that after a few days of patrolling and staking out of the condo, they did not see any sign of that man again. He told me that the case should be closed since it seems like it won't happen again.

I don't know if I should really push them to continue working on that because I'd be only troubling them by doing so, so I decided to just let it go. I'll be staying at Daryl's house longer anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

But... did I really make the correct decision?

I sighed as I got off of the bus.

I'd normally be walking from here to the house, but Daryl asked their driver to fetch me from here. He called me earlier to ask me where I was so the driver could fetch me, but it was too late since I already boarded the bus.

As soon as I saw a familiar car and a familiar man standing next to it, I immediately headed there. The driver opened the door for me and I thanked him for doing so. We immediately headed to the house and as soon as we got there, I went to my room and took a shower.

I have to cool my head. I shouldn't get mad at Daryl for not telling me about it. He probably just did it because he cares for me. The only thing that matters now is our safety. I couldn't care less about those tiny details.

Without eating dinner, I laid on my bed after I blow dried my hair so I could sleep. I'm too tired to even go out. I'm physically and mentally drained. Haaa...

I wanna talk to Daryl about it, too, but I think he's hanging out with his boyfriend right now.

I closed my eyes and I suddenly heard a vibrating sound coming from my phone. I sat up and checked what it was and it was a text from Tristan.

'Can I call?'

I smiled as I read his message. Although I am tired, maybe it wouldn't be bad to hear his voice.

Instead of replying to his text, I called him and after a ring, he answered my call. I giggled because he must have been waiting for my response without looking away from his phone. That's kinda cute. "H-Hello?" His voice trembled as he spoke. "Why are you giggling like that?" He said over the line. I shook my head as if he can see it and said, "Nothing. It's just that you answered my call immediately. Were you waiting for my response?" I said as I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling.

He was quiet for a while but he answered, "Yes. Yes, I was waiting for you." I can imagine his flushed face and it made me smile even wider. "Why did you want to call? Do you have anything to say to me?" I said as I laid back on the bed.

It was quiet again.

TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW:

"Why did you want to call? Do you have anything to say to me?" As if I was mute, I couldn't speak. What should I say? I didn't really have any reason why I called him. Is he mad at me for calling at this hour? It's not that late yet, but maybe he's tired from studying. Should I just say goodbye and end the call? But the debate on my head earlier would be a waste if I do. I've been debating whether I should call him or not for over an hour. Haaa... What should I do?

"I..." I cleared my throat before continuing and tried to calm myself. "I missed your voice," I continued as I felt my face turning hot. Damn it. This is crazy. What am I even saying? This doesn't make any sense. Do I really like him? But I don't even do something like this with my past lovers. Does this really mean that I might be in love with him?

I heard him laugh over the line. He's been like this since earlier. Seriously, why is he laughing? I'm starting to get embarrassed. "Me too." Huh? What does he mean by tha— "I missed your voice too."

My face that felt hot earlier felt even hotter. I feel like my chest would burst because my heart was pounding so hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw as I clenched my other hand too.

I can't handle any more of this. I feel like I might really die because of him. I feel so... happy.

We continued talking after that. I asked him how his day was, but he said it was nothing out of the ordinary. He then asked me the same question and I answered him with all honesty. "Nothing really happened today. I was just painting something. I still paint at home though. I still haven't found a studio to use yet," I said. "Wow, that's really great though. You know, I actually envy you because you're good with your hands. I don't even know how to draw, let alone paint!" He said and chuckled.

When we realized that we've been talking for over two hours, he said goodbye and good night because he's already a bit sleepy. "Good night," I said before he hung up.

I laid on my bed with a smile on my face.

I wonder if we dated... Will we spend our nights like this too? Or maybe even better. Will we sleep together at night and cuddle to sleep?

Just the thought of it makes me feel all giddy. I like him. I really like him.

Should I tell him how I feel? Does he feel the same way, too?