LAUREEN'S POV
"Tristan! Are you okay?" I asked him when i realized his panicked face when he was supposed to be relieved that the car had finally come to a stop.
"Please, don't die. Don't leave me please!" He sobbed into my arms which he was holding onto tightly, right from when I lifted myself up to hold onto the steering when he had left it.
While the funny thing about this was that I was not even mad at him for losing control of the car and not being able to steer us to safety, but I was worried over the fact that he was about getting into a panic attack if he wasn't in one already.
"Tristan!" I screamed his name, trying to snap him out of it.
"Die? What do you mean die?" I asked him in surprise. "I don't even have a scratch. Look at me, I'm fine." I tried to explain, showing
