Tristan was walking on the wilderness. On a dry desert that makes his vision swirl in fatigue and heat. He was crying. He was sobbing. His tears kept falling on his cheeks as he continued walking on a place that seemed eternity, and that seemed a lonely place. He was crying as if he had lost someone.
Indeed, he lost someone. He would not be as devastated and as ruined as this, if not because he was left by someone. No, he wasn’t left by someone. He just let someone be dragged away from him.
Still, he could not believe that this is happening to him. Still, he could not accept the fact that someone died because of him. Because of his incompetence. Because of his lack of greater skills to protect her. To protect Tammy. To keep her away from the painful death of this place.
He could st
