Thanks for the feedback. I really appreciate. Also sorry I take so long to update. I didn't intend on carrying on with this but had a few new ideas. Some parts probably don't make sense but hope fully will tie in with the rest of the story later on.

Tristan sat on a stool near the bar, looking down at the amber liquid in his glass. The ambience was suffocating. There were hundreds of bright lights littered across the ceiling flickering in correlation to his head. He had hoped to stumble across a dilapidated run-down bar, instead he got this. This day was no doubt the most delirious day he had ever experienced. He couldn't describe it, anything. He felt restless and tired and jaded. Nothing made sense. Nothing. However despite his confusion, Tristan DuGrey felt something he hadn't commonly experienced, negligence.

'Stare any harder and you'll burn a hole straight through' a voice spoke pulling him out of thought. Tristan looked up to see pretty Korean girl staring back at him. Tristan studied her for a minute; she was wearing a stripy black and white top, her hair was untamed and she had a real smile on her face.

'My name's Lane Kim.'

'Pleasure to meet you.' He said grasping her hand and kissing the back of it.

The girl blushed sweetly, absently straightening her short black skirt. She then silently took a seat on the stool next to him, placing her stuff on the counter beside his drink.

'Anyway you're probably thinking I'm some sort of freak coming up here talking to a complete stranger but it's just that I noticed you looking upset and wanted to say that whatever it is that's bugging you will be okay…' she rambled on slightly nervous. Tristan smiled at her, she reminded him of someone.

'I appreciate your concern, thank you' he said genuinely, taking a sudden interest in the mysterious girl sat beside him. Lane looked at him relived.

'That's okay.' She then got up to retrieve her hand bag. Tristan watched her walk away.

'Wait, Lane…' he called. She stopped then turned around slowly unsure of herself. 'Do you wanna dance?' he asked suddenly slightly surprised at his own words. Lane blushed again unable to contain her smile.

'Hey Lane! We're on!' a voice echoed behind her. She silently cursed Brian for his bad timing.

'I would love to, but my band, Hep Alien, is going on right now' she said a hint of regret in her voice.

'Maybe some other time, oh and good luck' he said nodding towards the stage.

'Thanks' she smiled and walked quickly towards the gang. Just then he saw Jess approaching him, a look of anger on his face. Reaching the counter Tristan spotted a glimpse of a butt of a gun from in his jeans pocket.

'We've gotta get outta here. Now' he said looking around the club shiftily.

'What's going on?' Tristan asked frowning.

'I'll tell you outside' and with that Jess turned and cautiously strolled out of the bar not glancing back once. Shit. This can't be good, Tristan thought. He got up and noticing a plain envelope near to his glass he picked it up. It was Lane Kim's. He saw her drumming on stage and knew he couldn't give it to her at that moment. Groaning in frustration at the drastic change in events, he folded it up and put it in his pocket. He'd find her and give it to her some other time.

Outside Tristan saw Jess smoking a cigarette in the dark near to his car. A wave of deja vu washed over him. 'What's going on?' Tristan repeated approaching him.

'It's been called off, we took too long.' He said pacing around, a scowl plastered on his face.

'Wait, what's been called off, what the hell are you talking about?' Tristan said growing rapidly annoyed with the lack of information Jess was revealing.

'I was meant to deliver a package. We took too long and they bailed, they're gonna be after us soon. These guys, you don't mess with people like them. We gotta get out of here.' Chucking the cigarette butt onto the ground he got into the car and Tristan followed, still unable to comprehend some of his words. He was apart of this. Why was apart of this. The car sped down the highway, the silence was deafening. After a while Jess flicked on the radio needing to kill all thought.

Everything's so blurry
and everyone's so fake
and everybody's empty
and everything is so messed up

Tristan listened to the lyrics. The words ironically coincided with his feelings. Suddenly he remembered the envelope; digging into his pocket he found the crumpled paper. He caught a sideward glance Jess shot him.

'What is that thing?' he asked hoping to get his mind off other things.

'I don't know, I found it in the club. Think it belonged to some girl.' He said casually.

'If there's cash in there, I say we split it 50/50.'

'Yeah, right.' Tristan began opening it feeling slightly guilty. Inside there was written note. Reading the note his eyes widened and his heartbeat increased.

-Mom

I'm sorry for turning into everything you always hated. Everything you still hate. I'm sorry for choosing the life you ran from and running from the world we built. The faker but less fake world, the world full of everything this one isn't. Years and years of attachment and love can't be erased in such a short period of estrangement. Please Forgive me.

-Rory.

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