Triston’s POV
She was so beautiful! She was so pure; my heart felt an uncontaminated feeling towards her. She is the rose bloomed in my garden of heart which I shouldn’t pluck but should take care of.
Her smile faded when she saw me and she quickly looked away turning back with her crutches. She had not looked at me since the torture. I noticed that she didn’t wear the necklace I gave her and, on the bed, the laptop was there. She must have done her work on writing books.
When I was coming back also she was sleeping, so I kept the things I brought for her and I am sure she guessed that those were from Bethany.
“Bethany said that she gave a necklace to you also, why didn’t you wear it” I cleared my throat and asked.
“I can’t tie it alone, I’ll ask Bethany’s help when she is here,”
