“Tristan, can’t we come again another day?” I asked, shifting from one foot to another. “I am feeling a bit unwell.”
“Procrastinating will only make this worse, Ayame.” Tristan rubbed my arms and then placed a soft kiss on the top of my forehead. “Go inside and talk to your mom. I will be waiting here for you.”
A deep frown settled on my forehead and I bit my lower lip, “I really can’t come another day?”
“No, Ayame….” He shook his head as he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the door. “It’s already been a week, Love… Just get this over with so that you can move on…. Till this knot in your heart is untied, you will remain disturbed.” His lips curved into a wry smile. “It hurts me to see you like this. So, please go and meet her.” He cupped my face and rubbed the pad of his thumb along
