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Ella's POV

Dear Tristan,

You trusted me.

You told me your story

In return I did the same

I told you how I went to school on a perfect day and came home. I told you how my house was loud as usual. I told you how my parents argued. I told you how I went into the kitchen and saw both my parents holding guns to their temples. I told you how they shot themselves at the same time and the thud as their lifeless bodies hit the floor. I told you how I was caked in their blood and how blood continued to pour down their head wounds. I told you how I held my parents and pleaded for them to come back. I told you how I was taken by the police and given to my aunt who abused me for years and years on end before leaving me to fend for myself. I told you how I began to work at the age of 10 to support myself after being all alone. I told you how I was always on my own and I enrolled into this school illegally. I told you how I still had nightmares at night. I told you I would wake up in the middle of the night and scream.

This time it was my turn to cry. You wiped the tears off my face and you did something unexpected.

You grabbed my phone and put your number in it. You said to me to call you the next time I woke up that way.

You said you would be there.

I wouldn't want to burden you.

You need time to heal too

And then you said something else that shocked me

You said to call you Tris because we were friends now.

Things have changed so much and for the better

I won't let you down

-Ella