Are you happy Tristian(Last installment of 'Are you ___' series)

Chapter 8

The next morning, at around nine thirty, Tristian woke up with a quiet but long yawn. Stretching his arms and legs like he wanted to be some elastic man. He soon stopped and got off the bed, walking towards the bathroom to do his morning routine. As he was washing his face and brushing his teeth at the same time, Tristian suddenly noticed a huge human outside, just wandering around by themselves. He tried to brush it off but suddenly, he felt that he had heard of them before. Tristian shook his head a bit, deciding to not focus on it. When he was done with his face and teeth, he grabbed a comb and made sure that it's clean and safe to use before combing it through his hair. After a few more minutes, he tied his hair up and placed it in a man bun.

He was going to take a shower but he didn't want to ruin his hair, before he walked out of the door, one of his eyes spotted a pack of shower caps. "Yes!" He quietly cheered before zooming over to take one out and put it on his head. Tristian found a towel with his name on it. Hmm...okay, he likes the cursive writing and the baby blue color but...he doesn't know, there's just something about it he doesn't like. But oh well, it doesn't matter, it's a towel at the end of the day. Tristian took off his clothes and got inside the tub, turning on the water to the warm side.

The water, the clear and warm water, splashes on Tristian's face. The eyes were closed, just basking in the peace the water feels. Accepting the cleansing of not just body, but the soul and spirit as well. The silence is there, but it's allowing the sprinkles of water to make an appearance. Tristian sighed but then yelped once he felt something fell on him. He quickly looked down and squeaked. Closing the water and covering his, you know what.

"Who the hell are you?!" He seethed out, down there, was a small bird. It's white and gold colors shined brightly. It looked down with a frown, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry sir! I..I was sent to give you some information. I never knew that you were busy! Let me go out." The bird flew out of the tub. Tristian raised an eyebrow, "It's okay but...what news do you have for me?" The bird tilted their head towards Tristian as they answered, "Well. I should introduce myself. My name is Isla and I'm the messenger for both the purgatory on each side and earth. I already know about you and who your parents are. Anyways, let's get right to the news. I have two things to tell you...good and bad. Which one would you want?" Tristian froze.

Bad news?! Oh no...please don't let it be about mom, or Angel...

"Give me the..bad news first." Tristian answered with a hard swallow.

Isla nodded and gave him a sympathetic smile before saying gravely, "I am so sorry Mr. Tristian but...your fiancée is...(ahem)Florist is dead." Tristian felt like his hearts have stopped. No this...this can't be. Not Florist....

Florist is dead.

Florist is dead.

"How did she...die?" Tristian asked the bird hoarsely. (Florist is dead)

Isla could see him slowly start losing control, "I-I don't think you're ready to hear that ye-"

Tristian became pissed off and interrupted with a booming voice, "How did she DIE?! Tell me right now!" (Florist is dead)

He quickly took his towel to dry himself off and wrap it securely around his waist before opening the curtain to get out. Isla gulped in fear as Tristian slowly approached them, with a dark look in his eyes. To their slight surprise, it flickered between green and black, green and black, green and black. They cowered and shrunken down in a rolled up, protective pose. Just as a voice ranged across the room.

"Tristian...stop. This person of yours wouldn't like you to be this."

Tristian whipped his head to the right and glared at Eden, who was standing by the door.