Chapter 3: The Heart of The Truest believer
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Key for this chapter:
Thoughts
Diary Entries
'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, white-scape moments...'
"White-scape dreams quotes..."
POVs
""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""
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Warning: Alternative POVs decision
Monday 14th, September, 2015
Six PM
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Author's Note:
This is a culmination of all the diary entries, and Tristan's reaction to each of them.
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Tepid tea sat on an ornate coffee table, the dusk sun set bright ray of orangey lights scattered across the lounge area, and a young woman, sat staring at the edge of the table.
"Are you planning on drink the tea, or just stare at it?" a voice asked.
Laura looked up, "Tristan"; she looked up and then sat up.
"Hey sis, why do you look like hell?" he asked walking forward, and settling down beside her on chaise lounge.
"Because you were right, and I should never have ever pried into another's man's soul", she tossed her hair over her shoulder and threw her phone across the couch and tilted her head back, "What have we done?" she asked despondent. "What have we done?" she sobbed.
"Aw sis", Tristan gathered her into his arms, "What are you talking about?" he asked softly, stroking her gently.
"I know you won't, but please read this", she reached for her cellphone, and showed him a webpage.
"Laura, I told you—"
"Please Tristan, for once, please just read", she urged, "Let go of your damn pride and honor and please just read", she whispered, "I'm begging you", she requested painfully, "Please", she whispered, "Please", she repeated.
"Fine", he shook his head, "Fine", he grit his teeth, and started reading.
Laura snuggled, into his arms, and laid her head on his lap, suddenly exhausted as she listened to the beats of his heart.
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Tristan had never liked prying into another person's life, becoming a model had increased the need to keep his personal laundry inside his own laundry basket, locked in his home, locked in his heart, with the key thrown away.
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