Tristan opened the diary to the last few pages and began reading captivatingly.
“Tom came to me today and finally admitted that he’d been feeling restless lately in hopes that I could help him somehow. He wasn’t wrong I could but it was almost impossible to get him to open up to me completely about what had happened so that I could help him. I get that he and his brother have a thing for not talking but Tom and I tell each other everything; we promised we always would. He did eventually tell me he’s been having a dream about a long time ago, one where he has this conversation with his mother a day before her passing. It was so real he could have sworn it’s more of a vision than a dream but he could never hear what she tells him and he somehow blames himself for her death now.
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