Table Talk
Tristan's POV After seeing Elona in that hallway at school, especially with Monroe, didn't make things better for me. All the anger was just pouring out of me, yet I still wanted her. If I didn't care about her, this wouldn't have affected me, right? I entered the dining area where my parents were sitting at the table. I have been stuck in my study room all day after getting back from picking Cris up at school. "Finally, you are out of that study room," my mother said as she sipped her tea. My father was reading a newspaper as usual. I pulled a chair out of the table and I took a seat. "Yeah, I guess I needed a break," I said as I rested my elbow on the table. "Cris had mentioned about Elona and I wonder if there is more to that. I know you bury yourself in work, but you cannot do t
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