Tristan's POV
Dear Ella,
I stopped by your place today
I knocked
No one answered.
You live alone I suppose
I let myself in with the key under the rug outside your apartment door
You were having a seizure
I didn't know what to do, so I picked you up and ran towards the hospital
I know I don't exactly like you, but I'm not someone who leaves when someone else can die.
I've lost one person already
I wouldn't be able to handle if I let someone else die when I knew I could have prevented it.
You began to gasp for air and looked up
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body tensed as I held you closer
You snuggled into my chest
I don't hate you Ella, I'm sorry
Please don't die on me.
You began to speak to me
"T..Tristan?" I don't think you've ever spoken to me or let alone anyone else in this damned school
Your voice was soft and fragile.
We made it into the hospital as I checked you in.
Please forgive me Ella.. I don't hate you.
I'm just afraid to trust you.
What if you left like everyone else?
I don't want to put myself in a situation where I can get hurt again..
I'm sorry
-Tristan
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Short StoryTristan Sullivan has the perfect life. He's rich and both of his parents are famous and he's dating the most popular girl in school. His life is amazing, or so people think. Ella Romero is the complete opposite. She lives in a ratty apartment alone...
