Tristan

I searched her gaze for anything that would tell me she was okay, but her silence was enough to tell me she wasn't.

Was she even listening?

I forget the sudden glaze in her eyes right before I'd rushed in or the way she was near hyperventilating.

Now, the haze was gone, yet she looked at me with a gaze I couldn't decipher. It took everything in me to not shake her if I wasn't afraid that it would do more harm than good.

I didn't know what was more unbelievable, the things I'd heard or ...