𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐼𝐴𝐻𝑆

Past Mistakes

Tristan's POV
I stopped the car immediately. I almost crashed, I could have died. I decided to stop the car there and catch my breath and try to figure out my thoughts. I had just seen Zero, my old roommate at the academy, one of old friends. I stayed still, hands on the wheel. It was quiet the only noises being my heavy breathing. I felt my eyes start to water a bit, I looked in the overhead mirror and saw that I was tearing up a bit. I scoffed and mumbled "pathetic.." I start my car up again and headed home.

Zero's POV
I continued driving, trying to get that idiot out of my head. My two friends were sleeping in the back, thank god, I may just leave them in here for the night. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw myself, my 17 year old self. I looked shocked, sad, and angry. I looked away and kept my eyes on the road. I'm just gonna head home and sleep, while trying to get him out of my head.

Tristan's POV
Finally home... They say home is where the heart is. Well if that's the case my heart is at the cemetery, with my family. I walk in and it's empty as always. No "Welcome home Tristan" it "Tristan come give me a hug." Hell, I hate walking in here there's nothing but sadness and anger. I look more to the left and I see pictures. My Father, Mother, and my aunt. I then see a little photograph of Zero and I. I probably took it weeks before... before my aunt died. Before I left the academy, before my life went to shit. I turn the photo to face down and head to the kitchen.

After getting a drink I head up to library that I had built in a few years back. I grab a book and sit down in a chair. I check the time and it says 7:32pm. I decided to read and play some music to distract me from my thoughts. When reading I couldn't focus I kept going back to that night. The night I found out about my aunts death, the night I left. What made it worse is I thought back to my parents death. The way the driver wasn't there with them only a pair of bloody footprints. It was just blood, my parents, and flowers.. not just any regular flowers. Black Roses, those type of flowers represent death. They were carefully laid out on my mother. I remember seeing the pictures on the newspaper. I took a breathe and drank. Should I really drink right now? Probably not. But if it'll help me forget I'll gladly take it. I pour myself a glass and head back to the chair and continue reading. I don't know what time I passed out but all I know is that I was late for a meeting and I may have just ruined my career. Just great.

A/N - So this is it. Apologies if it's shorter I wanted to get it out today. Please also tell me what I need to fix. Thank you.

Update- Ong wanted to fix some errors and his backstory a bit. Nothing major