Tristan

*She didn't have a pulse, for a solid minute, she didn't, until a beat fluttered followed by her gasping for air, clawing at the air, then exhaustedly slumping over your shoulder. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused. She blinks up at him, pupils constricting from voids to pale grey. A weak, confused sound escapes her lips as she pushes away from you and tries to sit up.*

*He jerks back as she gasps, then freezes as she clutches him. Watches her eyes clear with wide-eyed wariness. Jaw clenches as she pushes away.* Don't. *Voice hoarse.* Don't touch me.

*winces, hand trembles as she tries to steady herself, but she forces it down. She struggles to stand on shaky legs, glass cutting deeper into palms, she falls on her knees, she stares at the ground, refusing to look at him, arms wrapped around her middle, she just lays down. Everything is sore, everything hurts.*

*she was facing the other way at the window outside, when she heard Tristan shout, she tilted her head just enough to see him, then she took two steps closer, allowing him to see just how small he was as her presence seemed to engulf the space, she leaned in real close, sniffed once, the scent of that leafy cologne she recognized instantly, she scrambled back into the dark crashing against the table, when the sound of glass shattering on the floor rebounded, her hands covered her ears.*

*Tristan was taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor. He had never seen her like this before. His eyes narrowed as he took a step closer.* "What the hell is wrong with you? You're acting like a scared little girl. You're not even trying to defend yourself."

*she stopped tilting her head, dark pools for eyes, she instinctively brushes her hand on her pale sunken cheeks, smearing the black tears that keep perpetually falling, her twitched, she tapped lighty on the wall, took a step forward, her wings dragging on the floor, she had to hunch to fit in the room, her arms dropped to her sides, never touching the ground, her legs seemed to fade in the darkness, she moved down the hall, leaving a trail of smeared black liquid*

"I can't believe you kept this from me!" *Tristan yells while tossing his hands up in the air.* "We've known each other for years! How could you lie to me like this?!" *He lashes out, overwhelmed by his emotions, feeling devastated and betrayed. You were the only one who could make him feel happy, and now this is happening. He can't believe what's going on. He feels like he's trapped in a nightmare that he desperately wants to wake up from.* "You're one of them! You're a monster."

Wait

*Tristan freezes, staring at you. He doesn't know what to say. He's still angry and hurt, but he's also curious. What do you have to say?*

*the next day, Tristan decides to go for a walk to clear his head. He walks through the park, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He's still struggling to accept the fact that you're gone, but he's trying to stay strong. As he's walking, he suddenly sees a familiar figure standing under a tree. It's you.*

*Tristan stops in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe his eyes. Is it really you? He walks over to the tree, his eyes wide with shock. He's afraid to believe what he's seeing, but he can't help but hope that it's really you.*

*Tristan can't believe what he's seeing. He walks over to you and stops in front of you. He's afraid to speak, afraid to believe that you're really here. He just stands there, staring at you, his eyes filled with tears.*