Tristan
After that day, everything changed. Alyn had returned to her parents' home and I barely saw her. The few times I did, I couldn't find it in myself to look at her, the memory of what she'd tried to do — attempting to take advantage of me — was still fresh in my mind.
She grew more erratic over the next few days, often making up an act. Unlike in the past however, I could see it clearly now. The clear victimhood. The image I had of her was cracked, and now I couldn't help but wonder:
Why?
I ignored her, simply distancing myself. I was too piled up in waves of guilt and self-loathing to fully entertain her actions anyways.
Perhaps it was naive, but I forced it aside. Surely that was a sole incident that would eventually be forgotten.
That was what I thought until one day, I wok
