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What is wrong with Tristian? [4]

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Adele's POV, 3 weeks later. (VERY Short Chapter ik!)

I was currently at one of my art shows an hour and a half away from my home in Manhattan, to a really nice art museum in Philadelphia with my Mom, [Eloise!]. I was waiting for Tristian to come to the art museum so he could stay with me and my Mom for a little while and possibly look at all of the art I've made in the past two years, hence why I spend all day in the art studio at our house 24/7, but hey, I've been making some good cash, and I love to paint!

I also greeted some people and showed them the history of my art, what my inspiration was for the art and all of that fun stuff. "Honey, this is absolutely amazing," Mom gasped in awe as she specifically went through my flower portraits which were being showed in the museum, "Oh my god, I'm gonna cry, this is unreal Adele! I-I can't believe you managed to make such beautiful.. oh my god!" 

My Mom was currently wearing a coastal blue gown with flowers printed on it with a brown tote-bag paired with it, which I offered to carry for Mom since it was quite heavy with some light makeup, which was being ruined because of her happy tears right now since she absolutely loved my art, and her hair curled in a cute little afro, thingy? Uh I don't know!

"Mom don't cry!" I said as I handed her a tissue from my purse on my other arm and gently dabbed her tears, "I know you love this Mom, but please don't cry-" I laughed quietly as I was still wiping away her tears until she cut me off, Mom really knew how to warm my heart, especially when she cried like this for how well I'm doing; Dad would of did the same for me, he would be so proud of where I was today. "I know sweetie, but I'm so proud of you of what you become; an amazing, beautiful woman who is a nationwide artist, a woman who is gonna give birth to an amazing baby boy, your just so amazing honey, words can't even explain it!"

I smiled warmly at Mom's compliment, my heart glistening with pride and joy. "Thanks, Mom," I replied as I felt a hint of embarrassment at her gushing praise. "I'm just glad you like my art so much." Just then, I spotted Tristian arriving at the art museum, and my heart skipped a beat. He looked handsome as always in his casual attire and his hair tousled slightly from the wind outside.

"Tristian's here," I whispered to Mom, who followed my gaze and spotted Tristian as well. I waved at him, signaling for him to come over. Mom gave me a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with happiness. As Tristian walked over to us, he looked a bit tense and uneasy. He gave a polite smile, but there was a certain distance in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. "Hey," he said as he was glancing around the room. "This is a nice exhibit, Adele. You've done some amazing work."

"Thanks, Tristian," I replied as I felt a touch of hesitation in his compliment. "I'm glad you like it." Mom chimed in, noticing the awkward silence between us. "Tristian, it's nice to see you," she said with a warm smile. "It's been a while." 

"Yeah, it has been," Tristian responded, his gaze darting away from mine for a moment. "I've been busy with work and stuff." Mom nodded understandingly. "I can imagine," she said. "But it's good to take a break and enjoy some culture every once in a while, right?" 

"Yeah, definitely," Tristian agreed, his voice a bit flat. He was avoiding eye contact with me, and it felt like there was something he wasn't saying.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy, sensing that there was something off about his behavior. But Mom seemed oblivious to it, and she smiled at him kindly. "Adele, sweetie, why don't you show Tristian around the exhibit?" she suggested. "He can get a closer look at your artwork."

I nodded as I tried to shake off my uneasiness. "Sure, come on, Tristian," I said, gesturing for him to follow me.

Me and Tristian started walking through the exhibit, passing by different pieces of art that I had created over the past two years. I pointed out specific details and shared the inspiration behind each piece, but Tristian seemed distracted and distant. "Are you okay?" I asked to break off the awkward silence between us. "You seem a bit off."

Tristian glanced at me, then looked away. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, his tone guarded. "Just a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Like what?" I persisted gently as I wanted to know what was wrong with him. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"