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Tristan's POV

Dear Ella,

I claimed I was sick during football, so I could talk to you

You don't talk much, do you?

I decided that I could trust you

I told you about how Casey and my father were taking me to my birthday dinner. I told you how that semi truck began to come towards us and how we had no time. I told you how my father swerved the car and we burst through the highway railing barreling down the side of a hill. I told you about how that tall tree was the only thing from letting us drop down that cliff. I told you that my father died on impact and how the blood dripped down the side of his face. I told you that Casey sustained a major head injury and died 3 hours after her admission to the hospital. I told you how I had burns from the flames that engulfed the car. I told you the pain I felt after being dragged out and watching my fathers body be licked by the flames. I told you about how my heart shattered watching that tree give out from the flames. I told you my tragic story and how I watched my fathers car plummet. I told you about how at my fathers funeral, his body wasn't here with us. I told you how hard my sisters funeral was so hard and how Cassy broke down. I told you about how I had to hold everything in because I had to support Cassy and my mum. I told you how I wasn't allowed to recover.. How I had to help them.

I didn't realize I was crying until you wiped the tears off my face and pulled me into a tight hug. That was the first time I've ever felt loved.

I trust you Ella

I truly trust you and you've trusted me with your story too. I won't tell anyone

-Tristan