TRISTAN

Hours had passed, or maybe it was only minutes... I had no idea anymore.

I had been sitting here, every muscle taut, waiting for someone, anyone, to come out and tell me something, anything, about her.

But no one came.

The waiting was killing me from the inside, each second dragging longer than the last, my mind circling back to the image of her lying there, blood trickling down, fragile as a whisper.

And then I saw him.... Tyler.

That man. The one I had hated from the first ...