A/N: Hey everybody! Welcome again to the realm of Salvation of an Angel for
my next chapter! Bit different and maybe not what you were expecting, but
an interesting twist (or so I hope, lol). Read, enjoy, review, you know the
drill!
Disclaimer: I guess I have to do one. The name of the Nowhere Kids were inspired to me by Smile Empty Soul and their song Nowhere Kids (Yep, I'm extremely creative, I admit it).
Jalna: I totally agree with your theory about Tristan and don't worry, he's NOT gonna become a nice, cute, boring little boy *cough*Dean*cough* He's Tristan and will always be, more about that in next chapter, old Tristan will come back, all explained in next chapter, I promise!
Madz: I'm very proud of you, you were able to do it right! No, I'm not laughing at you at all. *innocent smirk* Ok, maybe a tad bit. LS! YEAH! When are you going to write the end? *twirl*. Sorry to disappoint you, but Trory interaction is rather limited for now, since one avoids the other and the latter doesn't know what to say to the first one and ARGH, they're annoying, aren't they? I like my Rory, lol. Meg says she becomes an annoying whiny bitch later on but I'm in denial, lol. My Paris is much better *bighead mode* I always liked Paris and her dripping sarcasm and cynic, one of my fav characters on this show (after Tristan, don't worry). Yep, why do you think I don't bother getting a life? My head is a much nicer place and daydreaming is cool. Well, I'm sorry, maybe suspense will kill you before she knows, muahahahahaha...
Cblotnicky: yep, I'm sorry, I'm a sucker to tragic and melodramatic stories, lol.
Moi: good good prying won't stop, but good good Rory will take it right in the face. Did I awaken your curiosity? Good good, so you can continue to read and review my dear. *smirk*
Miarae: I write more, soon, that I don't know of. Lol, I honestly try to update as much as I can and even write in class (depends on the lesson) so well, I hope you'll continue to be satisfied with my updates!
Smile1: Yep, I shall never forgive you for your short reviews, lol. Not one of my fav either, don't worry. How could it be, I'm a trory lover and they're exactly doing the contrary of what I would like them to do! K, stop the complain here, I'm the blasted author after all, it's my fault. Aaaah, Paris. Good character, more developing here again!
Pearls24: Hey, who could have had info about Tristan in an intelligent way? Louise? *snorts*. Well, I'll get Tristan out of the fix, but for now, I'll stay under the table, security before everything else. *smirk*
Siaram: Well, I'm glad you found my story, he he he. You want to read about their evening? Ta da my dear, here you are, hope you enjoy! I'll never understand either and I feel bad for any kid in the same situation as Tristan and Ria. Some people shouldn't be able to have kids, they don't deserve them.
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chapter 6:
Both the kids saw Rory enter the cemetery. Tristan knew what she was doing; she was again prying into his life. He looked back again but the brown- haired girl had disappeared behind the high wall circling the graveyard. He made Ria stop at the corner and they spied on the entrance of the park. After a few minutes that seemed an eternity, Rory emerged from the park and ran across the street to the first phone booth, clearly shaken and with a look of shock on her face.
Tristan bit his lower lip as he watched her dial a number and rest her forehead against the glass of the booth. His mind was racing. She had discovered one of his secrets. She had laid her eyes on his mother's grave and she had run away.
Ria and Tristan were aware that this death wasn't a secret at all. A lot of ink had flowed over the event, considering the social position of the Dugrey family in the Hartford society, but people had forgotten with time. It's always like this, the dead fall into oblivion after a while and Angela Dugrey was just another woman who had died by giving birth to a child.
The wind blew harder in the streets and easily went through the kids' soaked clothes. Afraid that Ria would catch a cold, he hurried along the snowy streets, dragging her home. When they walked up the alley, they saw that all the lights were on, a sign that their father was looking for them. A chill ran down their spines and they turned on their heels. They couldn't go back home tonight and had hardly any money with them.
After two hours of endless walk, Ria started to cry with exhaustion. They were frozen to the bone, tired, sad and had nowhere to go. Darkness had settled on Hartford a long time ago and the streets were less and less busy. Tristan knew that they couldn't afford being caught by cops. And two kids wandering aimlessly in the streets could go unnoticed until the shops closed, not after.
They had to find a hiding place. Tristan had first thought of going to some friend's house, pretending anything, but he had banned this idea from his mind. Even going to Paris scared him. He was frightened that something would slip. Around ten, Ria was practically sleeping and he carried her. His body was aching with the memory of the last beating but he had to find a place, he couldn't just stop there.
He went deeper in the labyrinth of narrow and dirty streets composing the gloomy areas of Hartford. The areas you avoid at all costs if you don't carry a gun. The area you don't fear going into when you have nothing left to lose.
Suddenly, someone sent him flying against a brick wall. He let Ria fall to the ground and she woke up, scared to find herself in such a place. She got to her feet quickly and hid behind Tristan. He was breathing hard and she had no doubt that the shock had awakened the pain he had tried to hide from her since Sunday.
Through the shadows, they could distinguish human figures. Plenty of them. An army of the night, roaming the paved roads of hell to find money, food, lives, whatever. Both Tristan and Ria were petrified with fear. They knew that these people could hurt or even kill them. They knew they could be violent and that they most probably carried weapons.
"What are you doing down here?" barked a sharp voice. The guy speaking stepped in the glimmer of a streetlamp and Tristan realised that they were around the same age.
"Seeking shelter for the night and I don't see how it can be your bloody business," he replied, successfully hiding his fear. He knew that looking insolent and strong was the only way to get out of this shit.
The guy laughed manically. "It's my business 'cause you're on our territory." The shadows nodded in the dark, supporting every word coming out of the mouth of the guy who was certainly their leader.
Tristan nodded thoughtfully. "I didn't know. Well... We'll leave and let the cops catch us. After all, who cares?" he picked up Ria in his arms and felt her shudder against him, she was terrified. He started to walk to get out of the circle of shadows who were whispering, probably plotting to hunt them down.
"Wait." It was the voice of a teenage girl, maybe around 14 or so. "What are you running away from with a little girl like her?" she said, Looking at Ria.
He spun around and saw a black-haired girl dressed in what looked like dirty rags.
He laughed bitterly. "Hard reality."
The guy nodded and talked again. "Just for one night, huh? I guess we could help you, you don't look so different from us when we look beyond your clean appearance. Follow me."
Tristan was surprised, but a bit relieved. He was still on his guard though: how could he trust them? The whole group walked for a mile before entering an abandoned hangar. Fires were lit in metal bins, among piles of old pieces of furniture. In this apocalyptical scenery, they were around 50 kids.
The leader of the troupe motioned Tristan toward one of the fire and with pliers, took a can of green peas out of it. After having wrapped it in a rag, he handed it to Tristan and Ria, who smiled, starving as she was.
The street kid surveyed the hangar with his sharp eyes. "Welcome to the city of the Nowhere Kids."
Tristan took a step forward and let his gaze wander around. "Why this name?"
"Because we're from nowhere, we're going nowhere and we belong to nowhere," answered the girl who had already spoken on the street. Tristan realised that the others had dispersed and that Ria and him were left with the leader and that girl.
She extended her hand and smirked at him. "I'm Alex and this is my bro Liam. So, what brought you on the streets? You're not exactly the type of guys we generally encounter in these streets, especially at night."
Tristan looked down at Ria and saw that she had fallen asleep in his arms, still holding her can of peas against her. He didn't understand why he said what he said, but it was like he could unfold the truth without fearing anything.
"Would have already committed suicide if I didn't have my sister, anniversary of our mom's death today, girl prying into my life, drunken daddy waiting for us tonight, sick of being beaten, sick of lying. Sums up the situation pretty well I guess," he answered in a bored voice.
Liam raised an eyebrow. "Shit's pretty deep tonight, huh?"
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*Lorelei's pov*
"Rory! Hurry up; you're missing the beginning of the movie! Ginger has already been thrown in the coal bin two times!
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs while downing pop corn. Chicken Run is the movie of tonight and I'm already caught up in the story of these hens, even if I have to confess that I don't mind eating chicken nuggets for dinner. Well, ok, I'm not so sure of what is inside those suspect things they try to sell as chicken, but well, it's the name that counts... And the fact that it's yummy.
I sigh and yell again at Rory. She's missing the movie, it's a very serious infringement of the Gilmore rule number 5: Movie night: watch, eat junk food, comment and fall asleep in front of the tv. And she's not watching, I'm gonna have to punish her. I guess that I could make her skip school and go shopping with me tomorrow.
"Mom, why are you grinning evilly?" I snap out of my sweet reverie and look up at Rory's who's standing in the doorway.
"Oh, just imagining my revenge on you because you're missing the movie." I reply innocently. Well, as innocently as I can. I throw a pop corn in the air and try to catch it in my mouth. I fail and it falls in my t-shirt.
"I'm really not in the mood, sorry."
I'm a bit taken aback at her sad tone and I don't react immediately when she heads back to her room and slams the door behind her. I finally get up and walk to her door. I pause with my hand on the doorknob, I'm not sure if she wants to talk with me about whatever troubles her.
I open the door slowly and step in the dark room. Rory is standing in front of the window and is wiping tears away. I gently touch her shoulder and make her face me. She burst in tears again and I hold her against me. I walk her to her bed and turn on a light. I've quite forgotten about the pop corn still wandering in my shirt.
I sit next to her and stroke her cheek, I hate seeing her like this. "What's the matter Rory?"
She shakes her head. "I shouldn't have gone there. I should have minded my own business. I can't face him again."
Tristan. Of course she's speaking about him. He's really the only one that can put her in such a state at the moment. I stay silent, waiting for her to continue.
"He missed school today, you know. So I took his work and went to his house. I never reached his house, I met him and his sister in front of the graveyard. Today was the anniversary of their mom's death." Her voice trails off.
I don't know what to say. I generally manage to come up with a stupid comment to lighten the atmosphere a bit and then I hug her tightly, but this time, it's over my head. She's been talking about him for the whole week. Trying to decipher what he was hiding. Today, she knows and she hurts. Life is cruel.
I leave her alone and head to Luke's. I need some comfort and I hope his sarcasm and stupid comments about me can lift up my spirits.
"Don't even take a step further if it's for coffee," drawls Luke while handing Kirk a glass of water and shooing him away. Kirk goes past me and glares in my direction. He's still angry for the graphology trick but no joke about it finds its way through my mouth.
I nevertheless step in the café and goes to sit at the counter, letting my purse fall on the floor and with a dark look on my face. The coffee cup lands in front of me without any cynical theory from Luke. I look up at him.
"So, what's on your mind?"
"Tristan," I answer, downing half my cup.
Luke takes a step back. "No, not him again. I already told you that I didn't want to hear about your obsession over him again!"
"My sense of humour is in a coma tonight, I'm not joking." I down the rest of the cup and hand it back to Luke for a refill.
"Ok. What's with him?" I love Luke in these moments. When he drops the stupid comebacks and is here to listen and help me.
"This kid has lost his mother, he's lonely, he's different from what people think he is, he's tortured. He tried to push Rory away because she wanted to help him. Of course, she didn't listen to him and now, she's hurt, she's currently crying in her pillow and I came here because I needed some coffee to cheer me up."
Luke understands what lies behind the coffee comment. He knows it's not coffee that cheers me up. It's my old buddy Luke that I need.
"I should have supported you in the graphology business. Would have saved us a lot of trouble."
I can't help but chuckle slightly at this. Typically Luke. He only has to say two sentences and I'm already grinning a bit. He grins back and hands me a cookie. "Will Lorelei be happy again with a cookie? It's a real one this time, not dog biscuit."
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*Paris' pov*
I'm sitting on my carpet and I'm going through photo albums. I watch the pictures of Tristan and me when we were younger. I have loads of them, we were like siblings, always together. We've known each other for years; since the age of three or something. We spent all our childhood together.
A picture of us sitting on the wall of my garden catches my attention. I remember that day, we were eight and it was summer. We had come back from swimming in the river behind my house and we were eating lemon cake when Tristan's mom had taken this picture.
Tristan and I are smiling brightly, happy and oblivious of what the future had in store for us, for our friendship. I watch closely little Tristan on the picture. His tanned skin reminds me of our long afternoon spent outside, exploring my neighbourhood. His blue eyes are laughing. This Tristan died the same day as his mother. In his place, the new Tristan came to life.
A sad and closed up boy, who rejected me and hurt me. And he grew up into the jerk that I knew imprisoned my friend. His eyes never shined again like in this picture. When he smiles now, it doesn't mean anything, it's empty and fake.
A tear falls on the picture that I cherish so much. I miss my little Tristan, I miss the boy who made me laugh and that I considered like my little brother. I wish that he would come back to me and that things would go back to how they were. I know that I lull myself in delusion.
I close the album and put it back in my desk. In the drawer that holds all my memories, my secret garden. I lock the drawer and hide the key in my nearly empty jewellery box. I dry my tears and brush my hair before going down to the party my parents are throwing. I can't believe they forgot what day this is.
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You liked? REVIEW, I'll give you cookies... not dog biscuit, I promise, lol.
Disclaimer: I guess I have to do one. The name of the Nowhere Kids were inspired to me by Smile Empty Soul and their song Nowhere Kids (Yep, I'm extremely creative, I admit it).
Jalna: I totally agree with your theory about Tristan and don't worry, he's NOT gonna become a nice, cute, boring little boy *cough*Dean*cough* He's Tristan and will always be, more about that in next chapter, old Tristan will come back, all explained in next chapter, I promise!
Madz: I'm very proud of you, you were able to do it right! No, I'm not laughing at you at all. *innocent smirk* Ok, maybe a tad bit. LS! YEAH! When are you going to write the end? *twirl*. Sorry to disappoint you, but Trory interaction is rather limited for now, since one avoids the other and the latter doesn't know what to say to the first one and ARGH, they're annoying, aren't they? I like my Rory, lol. Meg says she becomes an annoying whiny bitch later on but I'm in denial, lol. My Paris is much better *bighead mode* I always liked Paris and her dripping sarcasm and cynic, one of my fav characters on this show (after Tristan, don't worry). Yep, why do you think I don't bother getting a life? My head is a much nicer place and daydreaming is cool. Well, I'm sorry, maybe suspense will kill you before she knows, muahahahahaha...
Cblotnicky: yep, I'm sorry, I'm a sucker to tragic and melodramatic stories, lol.
Moi: good good prying won't stop, but good good Rory will take it right in the face. Did I awaken your curiosity? Good good, so you can continue to read and review my dear. *smirk*
Miarae: I write more, soon, that I don't know of. Lol, I honestly try to update as much as I can and even write in class (depends on the lesson) so well, I hope you'll continue to be satisfied with my updates!
Smile1: Yep, I shall never forgive you for your short reviews, lol. Not one of my fav either, don't worry. How could it be, I'm a trory lover and they're exactly doing the contrary of what I would like them to do! K, stop the complain here, I'm the blasted author after all, it's my fault. Aaaah, Paris. Good character, more developing here again!
Pearls24: Hey, who could have had info about Tristan in an intelligent way? Louise? *snorts*. Well, I'll get Tristan out of the fix, but for now, I'll stay under the table, security before everything else. *smirk*
Siaram: Well, I'm glad you found my story, he he he. You want to read about their evening? Ta da my dear, here you are, hope you enjoy! I'll never understand either and I feel bad for any kid in the same situation as Tristan and Ria. Some people shouldn't be able to have kids, they don't deserve them.
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chapter 6:
Both the kids saw Rory enter the cemetery. Tristan knew what she was doing; she was again prying into his life. He looked back again but the brown- haired girl had disappeared behind the high wall circling the graveyard. He made Ria stop at the corner and they spied on the entrance of the park. After a few minutes that seemed an eternity, Rory emerged from the park and ran across the street to the first phone booth, clearly shaken and with a look of shock on her face.
Tristan bit his lower lip as he watched her dial a number and rest her forehead against the glass of the booth. His mind was racing. She had discovered one of his secrets. She had laid her eyes on his mother's grave and she had run away.
Ria and Tristan were aware that this death wasn't a secret at all. A lot of ink had flowed over the event, considering the social position of the Dugrey family in the Hartford society, but people had forgotten with time. It's always like this, the dead fall into oblivion after a while and Angela Dugrey was just another woman who had died by giving birth to a child.
The wind blew harder in the streets and easily went through the kids' soaked clothes. Afraid that Ria would catch a cold, he hurried along the snowy streets, dragging her home. When they walked up the alley, they saw that all the lights were on, a sign that their father was looking for them. A chill ran down their spines and they turned on their heels. They couldn't go back home tonight and had hardly any money with them.
After two hours of endless walk, Ria started to cry with exhaustion. They were frozen to the bone, tired, sad and had nowhere to go. Darkness had settled on Hartford a long time ago and the streets were less and less busy. Tristan knew that they couldn't afford being caught by cops. And two kids wandering aimlessly in the streets could go unnoticed until the shops closed, not after.
They had to find a hiding place. Tristan had first thought of going to some friend's house, pretending anything, but he had banned this idea from his mind. Even going to Paris scared him. He was frightened that something would slip. Around ten, Ria was practically sleeping and he carried her. His body was aching with the memory of the last beating but he had to find a place, he couldn't just stop there.
He went deeper in the labyrinth of narrow and dirty streets composing the gloomy areas of Hartford. The areas you avoid at all costs if you don't carry a gun. The area you don't fear going into when you have nothing left to lose.
Suddenly, someone sent him flying against a brick wall. He let Ria fall to the ground and she woke up, scared to find herself in such a place. She got to her feet quickly and hid behind Tristan. He was breathing hard and she had no doubt that the shock had awakened the pain he had tried to hide from her since Sunday.
Through the shadows, they could distinguish human figures. Plenty of them. An army of the night, roaming the paved roads of hell to find money, food, lives, whatever. Both Tristan and Ria were petrified with fear. They knew that these people could hurt or even kill them. They knew they could be violent and that they most probably carried weapons.
"What are you doing down here?" barked a sharp voice. The guy speaking stepped in the glimmer of a streetlamp and Tristan realised that they were around the same age.
"Seeking shelter for the night and I don't see how it can be your bloody business," he replied, successfully hiding his fear. He knew that looking insolent and strong was the only way to get out of this shit.
The guy laughed manically. "It's my business 'cause you're on our territory." The shadows nodded in the dark, supporting every word coming out of the mouth of the guy who was certainly their leader.
Tristan nodded thoughtfully. "I didn't know. Well... We'll leave and let the cops catch us. After all, who cares?" he picked up Ria in his arms and felt her shudder against him, she was terrified. He started to walk to get out of the circle of shadows who were whispering, probably plotting to hunt them down.
"Wait." It was the voice of a teenage girl, maybe around 14 or so. "What are you running away from with a little girl like her?" she said, Looking at Ria.
He spun around and saw a black-haired girl dressed in what looked like dirty rags.
He laughed bitterly. "Hard reality."
The guy nodded and talked again. "Just for one night, huh? I guess we could help you, you don't look so different from us when we look beyond your clean appearance. Follow me."
Tristan was surprised, but a bit relieved. He was still on his guard though: how could he trust them? The whole group walked for a mile before entering an abandoned hangar. Fires were lit in metal bins, among piles of old pieces of furniture. In this apocalyptical scenery, they were around 50 kids.
The leader of the troupe motioned Tristan toward one of the fire and with pliers, took a can of green peas out of it. After having wrapped it in a rag, he handed it to Tristan and Ria, who smiled, starving as she was.
The street kid surveyed the hangar with his sharp eyes. "Welcome to the city of the Nowhere Kids."
Tristan took a step forward and let his gaze wander around. "Why this name?"
"Because we're from nowhere, we're going nowhere and we belong to nowhere," answered the girl who had already spoken on the street. Tristan realised that the others had dispersed and that Ria and him were left with the leader and that girl.
She extended her hand and smirked at him. "I'm Alex and this is my bro Liam. So, what brought you on the streets? You're not exactly the type of guys we generally encounter in these streets, especially at night."
Tristan looked down at Ria and saw that she had fallen asleep in his arms, still holding her can of peas against her. He didn't understand why he said what he said, but it was like he could unfold the truth without fearing anything.
"Would have already committed suicide if I didn't have my sister, anniversary of our mom's death today, girl prying into my life, drunken daddy waiting for us tonight, sick of being beaten, sick of lying. Sums up the situation pretty well I guess," he answered in a bored voice.
Liam raised an eyebrow. "Shit's pretty deep tonight, huh?"
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*Lorelei's pov*
"Rory! Hurry up; you're missing the beginning of the movie! Ginger has already been thrown in the coal bin two times!
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs while downing pop corn. Chicken Run is the movie of tonight and I'm already caught up in the story of these hens, even if I have to confess that I don't mind eating chicken nuggets for dinner. Well, ok, I'm not so sure of what is inside those suspect things they try to sell as chicken, but well, it's the name that counts... And the fact that it's yummy.
I sigh and yell again at Rory. She's missing the movie, it's a very serious infringement of the Gilmore rule number 5: Movie night: watch, eat junk food, comment and fall asleep in front of the tv. And she's not watching, I'm gonna have to punish her. I guess that I could make her skip school and go shopping with me tomorrow.
"Mom, why are you grinning evilly?" I snap out of my sweet reverie and look up at Rory's who's standing in the doorway.
"Oh, just imagining my revenge on you because you're missing the movie." I reply innocently. Well, as innocently as I can. I throw a pop corn in the air and try to catch it in my mouth. I fail and it falls in my t-shirt.
"I'm really not in the mood, sorry."
I'm a bit taken aback at her sad tone and I don't react immediately when she heads back to her room and slams the door behind her. I finally get up and walk to her door. I pause with my hand on the doorknob, I'm not sure if she wants to talk with me about whatever troubles her.
I open the door slowly and step in the dark room. Rory is standing in front of the window and is wiping tears away. I gently touch her shoulder and make her face me. She burst in tears again and I hold her against me. I walk her to her bed and turn on a light. I've quite forgotten about the pop corn still wandering in my shirt.
I sit next to her and stroke her cheek, I hate seeing her like this. "What's the matter Rory?"
She shakes her head. "I shouldn't have gone there. I should have minded my own business. I can't face him again."
Tristan. Of course she's speaking about him. He's really the only one that can put her in such a state at the moment. I stay silent, waiting for her to continue.
"He missed school today, you know. So I took his work and went to his house. I never reached his house, I met him and his sister in front of the graveyard. Today was the anniversary of their mom's death." Her voice trails off.
I don't know what to say. I generally manage to come up with a stupid comment to lighten the atmosphere a bit and then I hug her tightly, but this time, it's over my head. She's been talking about him for the whole week. Trying to decipher what he was hiding. Today, she knows and she hurts. Life is cruel.
I leave her alone and head to Luke's. I need some comfort and I hope his sarcasm and stupid comments about me can lift up my spirits.
"Don't even take a step further if it's for coffee," drawls Luke while handing Kirk a glass of water and shooing him away. Kirk goes past me and glares in my direction. He's still angry for the graphology trick but no joke about it finds its way through my mouth.
I nevertheless step in the café and goes to sit at the counter, letting my purse fall on the floor and with a dark look on my face. The coffee cup lands in front of me without any cynical theory from Luke. I look up at him.
"So, what's on your mind?"
"Tristan," I answer, downing half my cup.
Luke takes a step back. "No, not him again. I already told you that I didn't want to hear about your obsession over him again!"
"My sense of humour is in a coma tonight, I'm not joking." I down the rest of the cup and hand it back to Luke for a refill.
"Ok. What's with him?" I love Luke in these moments. When he drops the stupid comebacks and is here to listen and help me.
"This kid has lost his mother, he's lonely, he's different from what people think he is, he's tortured. He tried to push Rory away because she wanted to help him. Of course, she didn't listen to him and now, she's hurt, she's currently crying in her pillow and I came here because I needed some coffee to cheer me up."
Luke understands what lies behind the coffee comment. He knows it's not coffee that cheers me up. It's my old buddy Luke that I need.
"I should have supported you in the graphology business. Would have saved us a lot of trouble."
I can't help but chuckle slightly at this. Typically Luke. He only has to say two sentences and I'm already grinning a bit. He grins back and hands me a cookie. "Will Lorelei be happy again with a cookie? It's a real one this time, not dog biscuit."
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*Paris' pov*
I'm sitting on my carpet and I'm going through photo albums. I watch the pictures of Tristan and me when we were younger. I have loads of them, we were like siblings, always together. We've known each other for years; since the age of three or something. We spent all our childhood together.
A picture of us sitting on the wall of my garden catches my attention. I remember that day, we were eight and it was summer. We had come back from swimming in the river behind my house and we were eating lemon cake when Tristan's mom had taken this picture.
Tristan and I are smiling brightly, happy and oblivious of what the future had in store for us, for our friendship. I watch closely little Tristan on the picture. His tanned skin reminds me of our long afternoon spent outside, exploring my neighbourhood. His blue eyes are laughing. This Tristan died the same day as his mother. In his place, the new Tristan came to life.
A sad and closed up boy, who rejected me and hurt me. And he grew up into the jerk that I knew imprisoned my friend. His eyes never shined again like in this picture. When he smiles now, it doesn't mean anything, it's empty and fake.
A tear falls on the picture that I cherish so much. I miss my little Tristan, I miss the boy who made me laugh and that I considered like my little brother. I wish that he would come back to me and that things would go back to how they were. I know that I lull myself in delusion.
I close the album and put it back in my desk. In the drawer that holds all my memories, my secret garden. I lock the drawer and hide the key in my nearly empty jewellery box. I dry my tears and brush my hair before going down to the party my parents are throwing. I can't believe they forgot what day this is.
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