When we showed up. We took an elevator to tristans room. He looked tired. He was bleeding and had bandages everywhere. I didn't know what to talk about. I didn't know what to think. The last time i saw him in this much pain was when i was 8 years old. He got in a car crash. He was driving and he had a seizure at the wheel. When i saw him i couldn't recognize him but, this time he looked better than last time . So i held up hope. The first thing he said was "is she okay?" He muttered. "Alexis is fine but, we haven't gone to see lili yet."

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And nothing was the same.
Short StoryThis is a true story. I felt these feelings and held back these tears.