TRISTAN
I gazed out the mirror-like window looking as the traffic and people crawled by in the street below. This place will always have my heart for its serene beauty. But even though the decor is impeccable, cozy, and radiating warmth my heart is still cold. For the past two months, I have tried to get rid of the shattered image of Amber out of my head to no avail. I didn't just hurt her I broke her. My fingers itch to dial her number but I know I can't. She deserves better. I toss my phone aside and curse inwardly. Even if I let go of my restraint and give her a call I'm pretty sure she won't pick up. Hell, I won't be even surprised if she changed her number. Every memory of her, with her, is driving me crazy in a bad way. And for someone who is trying to pull all his s**t together, my
