When I reached Tristan's apartment, I was fuming with anger. Again and again and again. This has become a cycle for us. He does something, we fight, we make up and I try to understand him and he does the same thing again and again. How? Like how? How many times can one person repeat the same things without getting tired? Because I was absolutely exhausted here. I was appalled by his morbid audacity and lack of respect and feelings for me.
Tristan was working on his laptop as I stomped through the double doors. He looked up and shot me a smile which I had no intention of reciprocating. And he was smart enough to get that because his smile instantly disappear and he stared at me questioningly.
"What's wrong?" He asked, walking towards me and I placed my palm up to halt him on his tracks.
