'Nostalgia'

Summer never failed to write the word 'Unexplainable'— that was how she described her feelings whenever they were together.

Tristan clasped his chest as he whimpered. This tormenting agony was killing him. His chest tightened to the point that he was suffocating. Each word written there seemed like a dagger, stabbing him.

Summer knew all along. She knew it was him. She didn't see him as Trish but, Tristan. TRISTAN. She saw through him. She recognized it was him. It was him!

Tristan jolted up and was too stunned to speak as Amber read what was Summer written. "So silly to think that I fell in love with my best friend. But, now, I fully understand and I am certain that I love Tristan and not Trish."

His agony was doubled. His tears flowed like a falls. Tristan was in a daze as he gradually processed what Amber said.

"She loved me... And... Not Trish?" Tristan lowered his gaze. Then, he laughed bitterly.