I gaze at him in the mornings I wake up before he did.
He said he does not like sleeping. He said he does not want to miss anything. I think I might not want to anymore either.
I like looking at him like this. He can't see me.
Tristan makes this world warm. He's funny when he tries but I tell him he's not. He's stubborn but he tells me he can't even beat me at it.
He stirred in his sleep. I tried to seem busy by looking at my feet.
"Good morning, miss," he greeted.
I smiled to myself. "Hey."
"You look happy today."
You make me happy, I wanted to say. Will that be too forward? "I guess I found my niche."
"Celeste," he started. He was already sitting beside me on a bench in the playground.
How did he know my name? I creased my brows in confusion. "Your sister came back last night when you were sleeping. I heard her say your name."
"What was she doing here?"
"She comes here when she misses you," he replied. He closed in on me. "Celeste. I like your name."
"Tristan..." I managed to say when he embraced me.
Is it possible to stay like this forever?
"Everything will remind me of you," he whispered to my ear.
I did not know what to say. I gazed away from him.
"I'm sorry," he started again. "I'm sorry..." There was no way to hide his sobs. Nevertheless, he tried. "I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry because I like you."
I didn't say anything but my tears pooled in my eyes. Like rain, it poured.
While the snow settled, I fell. "I can't go on anymore."
He clasped his hands tightly on his mouth. His sobs couldn't be stifled anymore.
My feet were planted on the ground and I didn't know how to walk away.
