Chapter 69: Isn’t Everything?
"Tristan. What are you doing here?" Troy asked abit shocked as he looked at Tristan who sat comfortably in his seating room, although his expression looked anything but in the mood.
His shoulders were tensed and seeing the comical way he was breathing, he knew his brother was a boiling lava, that had a filter with huge holes over it.
"Sit." Tristan clipped, staring into the wall, ready to pour his feelings.
It took him so much self control to not come busting into Troy’s place, with all his pent up emotions.
He’d spent over three hours in a boxing ring down town, ’dissecting’ his emotions.
Without arguing, Troy went to sit on a loveseat abit close to where Tristan sat, his mind already prepared to listen to what he had to say, even though he felt he already knew what it was.
"Why?" Was all Tristan said, looking into his brother’s eyes, without malice or anger. With nothing but just need for a response.
"I just couldn’t hold back, Tristan. Truth is when it happened, I didn’t know. It just did. And when I realized what I had done, it was already too late to take it back." Troy explained.
"You could’ve atleast told her your reasons, Troy. Do you know where he found her? She sat in water, completely passed out." Tristan said, looking at his brother.