My phone lit up with another text. I love you, Tristan. I don't know why you left, but whatever it is, we can handle it together. Please come back to me.
I didn't answer her. I couldn't tell her I wasn't coming back, as much as I wanted to. I couldn't hurt her again. As I beat myself up for wanting what only she could give me, my phone lit up again with her final message.
I'm not letting you go. I won't let you give up on us, Tristan. If you won't come to me, I'll come to you. Even if no one helps me, I'll find you again.