Chapter 2: Questions and Answers
Quatre paced his room. His mind was in a frenzy. Was this really happening? If he walked back to his office would there be a little fake Trista sitting on his desk? Or had it all been some illusion caused by to much stress and the fact that he only got two or three hours asleep a night if any. But there where so many questions he wanted to ask. There was only one way he was going to find out. Quatre opened the door to his room and walked down the hall to his office. His hand shook a little when he opened the door. But there was still the blue stone with the little blue not-Trista standing on it.
"I was wondering when you where going to come back," she said with a mischievous little grin.
"Okay, my first question is why did Trista -you- leave so abruptly?" Quatre asked as he sat back in the chair behind the desk. The not-Trista sobered quickly and looked up at him.
"Well, I knew that if I told you in the beginning that I had to leave our relationship would never be what it turned into. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I was scared that you would ask more questions," the not-Trista explained. "But now you can ask all the questions you want," she followed up with a weak smile.
Quatre stared off into the distance. So Trista had known since the beginning that she would have to leave him to go to…"Where did she go?" Quatre asked pinning the fake Trista with a penetrating stare.
The little blue Trista looked at her feet. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to try and follow me," she said absolutely seriously.
Quatre looked her squarely in the face and gave him her most sincere sounding reply, "I promise." He held his crossed fingers behind his back out of her view.
Quatre paced his room. His mind was in a frenzy. Was this really happening? If he walked back to his office would there be a little fake Trista sitting on his desk? Or had it all been some illusion caused by to much stress and the fact that he only got two or three hours asleep a night if any. But there where so many questions he wanted to ask. There was only one way he was going to find out. Quatre opened the door to his room and walked down the hall to his office. His hand shook a little when he opened the door. But there was still the blue stone with the little blue not-Trista standing on it.
"I was wondering when you where going to come back," she said with a mischievous little grin.
"Okay, my first question is why did Trista -you- leave so abruptly?" Quatre asked as he sat back in the chair behind the desk. The not-Trista sobered quickly and looked up at him.
"Well, I knew that if I told you in the beginning that I had to leave our relationship would never be what it turned into. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I was scared that you would ask more questions," the not-Trista explained. "But now you can ask all the questions you want," she followed up with a weak smile.
Quatre stared off into the distance. So Trista had known since the beginning that she would have to leave him to go to…"Where did she go?" Quatre asked pinning the fake Trista with a penetrating stare.
The little blue Trista looked at her feet. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to try and follow me," she said absolutely seriously.
Quatre looked her squarely in the face and gave him her most sincere sounding reply, "I promise." He held his crossed fingers behind his back out of her view.