Tristan’s P.O.V

I hadn’t slept a damn wink all night. Not that I didn’t try, I did. God knows I tried. But the moment I closed my eyes, everything just came flooding back like a storm refusing to be silenced. So, I just lay there. On the cold hardwood floor, surrounded by empty bottles that felt more like accusations than comfort. My shirt stuck to my skin from sweat and misery, and my head… God, my head felt like it was about to explode. I stared at the ceiling like it owed me ...