TRISTAN
Anxiety built up in my chest as I dashed through the hallways, blindly following the scent that had been imprinted in my mind since I turned eighteen. I didn’t even know where I was going until I ended up in front of a door. Absent-mindedly, I halted, freezing in my spot.
My nose had led me straight to the basement where my brother had stored all the photos of Zahra and me.
Of course, she would come here. She must’ve learned from Circe about the existence of this place.
I sucked in a sharp breath, mentally preparing myself. Whatever happened now would determine our future; she could either take me back, or dump me for good. Aware of the likelihood of the latter happening, I took another minute just to enjoy my last seconds living in a world where she hadn’t completely given up
