[TW: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE. NOT FOR SENSITIVE VIEWERS. TW'S WILL BE PUT UP SPECIFICALLY FOR SENSITIVE CHAPTERS TOO.]
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
(The Tempest Act 4, Scene 1, 148-158)
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Troubled after his father's sudden death, Tristan Drayton avoids all relationships - including friends. When the popular girl, Willow, befriends him against his will, he has no choice but to give in.
Mallory, his mother, has finally done the same, and plunges herself into a relationship with her friend, Cillian Drew. By taking Tristan out and spending money on them, he attempts to gain Tristan's trust. He is the nicest man in town - ask anyone there. Or is he?