I felt Tristan rub my back as I continued to cry on his chest, I was more than likely getting on his nerves but he wasn't showing it.
After a while, my tears dried and now I was just standing there with my head on Tristan's chest.
"I'm sorry for soaking your shirt with my tears." I apologized, lifting my head up to look at him.
He tilted his head and gave me a weird smile, "Nah, It's fine, as long as you're feeling better I don't care about what happened to my shirt."
I chuckled a little bit, wiping the remaining tears away. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being there for me, I would've been a big crying ball of mess without you."
"Well then you're welcome, Luna."
"No. Don't call me that, how many times have I told you to call me Crystal?" I stated, pointing a finger at him accusingl
