Carley
Tristan has been like a zombie the past two days, ever since his father showed up. I have left the subject, hoping that he will come to me about it, but so far, he hasn't said a word and any attempt I have made to make him smile or laugh, has given me nothing but fake smiles. I need to know what is eating at him and if it means I need to force it out of him, then so be it. I wait for Tristan in our lab, frustrated that he is late when he is never late and worried because of the same reason. Something is terribly wrong and I can't help but wonder if he has doubts about us. The second Tristan walks into the lab, I know that he is seconds away from cracking. He has dark circles around his eyes and his lips are dry and cracked. His hair looks like he ran his hands through it over and o
