Its eleven in the evening and Tristan hasn’t returned. We waited for him so that we can at least decorate the tree and the house, but no sign of him. “I don’t think his coming home, Lets get to bed.” Pops says, escorting me to the room. I say goodnight to everyone, and climb into bed. I cant stop thinking about that kiss. One in the morning, I wake up to here the front shutters slam closed, I get up to the door and hear Pops speaking to someone. “I want to be with her! When she came back she brought back so many memories of us, and what we could have been if she gave me a chance! And that kiss! What an unforgettable kiss!” Tristan says, his drunk cause his slurring his words. I can hear through the door, they speaking loud enough but is it about me? “Tristan, you can not go into that room,
