"I made you soup, baby," Brad mutters, before setting the soup in front of the chair that he thought had his significant other; Tristan sitting on it. He waits for the blonde to move, but it was as though he was frozen. Paralysed.
"Trissy, eat up. otherwise, you'll be hungry for work," Brad insists, but the blond still doesn't move. Brad sighs, before shuffling his chair closer to the blond's. "please?" he begs.
"Brad!" a loud, annoying sound echoes in the brunette's ear. which makes the short boy snap out of his daze. "Brad, what are you doing?"
"I'm giving soup to my boyfriend," brad points to the empty seat next to him.
"Brad, Tristan died a year ago."
the end
these chapters aren't in order of their relationship.
comment how you interpreted the story, I'm curious.
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