TRISTAN'S POV
The room was filled with warmth, the warmth of family, love, and memories. It hasn't been my kind of scene for years now, and yet, here I was, lingering in the background as Laureen’s family and friends surrounded her mother. I should have been standing by the door, waiting for an excuse to leave, but I couldn’t. Not today.
My eyes searched for Laureen, like they always seemed to do lately, and there she was, by her mother’s bedside, quietly watching everyone share stories, jokes, and little testimonies that brought smiles to her mom’s frail face.
There was something different about her tonight, something I hadn’t been able to put my finger on for weeks. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was breathtaking, even in her sorrow.
I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of it.
