Eye Drops (#2)

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"I'm falling for your eyes but they don't know me yet." - Ed Sheeran, Kiss Me

DEDICATION: __NLHope for being there from the beginning of this whole extravaganza, so of course I have to end it with you too! Thank you so much <3

I'm lost for words- 80K reads and 9.6K votes?! Incredible. I can't thank you guys enough for helping me end this extravaganza. So here it is, the resolution to the previous cliffhanger. I love you all so much, and enjoy! xoxo

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30 minutes earlier

"You're so weird," Faith retorted, though she couldn't help but let a few innocent giggles escape from her dark, cherry-tinted lips.

Wind fiercely whipped at her face as she gazed out at the calm surroundings, which encased the rooftop she was on. It was rare to not hear the obnoxious honks of cars and incoherent chatter below, but that was what Christmas did, she supposed. Was it Christmas already? Jingle bells and festive cheer was what she was meant to have been feeling, but instead, only sadness enveloped her senses.

Because Tristan was moving to Italy, and there was absolutely nothing she could even do about it.

"You're as mean as I am weird," Tristan whined childishly, though Faith could tell from the playful tone of his voice that he was joking. "Hey, my flight just got called, so I'll call you when I can, okay?"

"Oh! Um, yeah," Faith said half a second late, feeling a thick lump well up in her throat. Did Santa shove coal down her throat this Christmas or something? What could she have possibly done that was that bad? "I-I'll talk to you later, alligator."

"In a while, crocodile," Tristan said quietly, before the line went dead.

Sighing, he stood up from his seat, stretched for a second, and promptly dialled Emily's number. Glancing around at the various optometrist equipment and calming potted plants situated around him, he managed a small smile. One down, two to go. Of course, his master plan had way too many potential flaws than he had anticipated, but it was time to put everything into action.

"What's up?" issued Emily's nonchalant voice out of the speaker.

Tristan jumped, knocking over a pair of sparkly Hannah Montana glasses, before clearing his throat. "Hey, how long can you distract her before I get to the theatre?"

"I'd say around half an hour at most, Fletcher's going up to the rooftop to coax her down at this very moment," Emily clarified, as Tristan nodded to himself in approval. Awesome, Plan Surprise-His-Not-Really-Phone-Girlfriend was a go!

"The recital starts at 10:30, right?" Tristan asked, though it was a rhetorical question; he had already read the thin brochure Fletcher had managed to nab for him, way too many times. "So I have twenty minutes to get to the party I'm going to crash. Maybe with some fancy balloons and sushi scattered here and there, I don't know."

"You have twenty minutes before I go to Westerden Optometrist and boot your butt to the recital." Tristan laughed at Emily's sass, but all she said was, "I'm serious here! You guys need to go make out in a dark corner."

"We'll see, Emily." Tristan replied enigmatically. "We'll see."

Lying to Retina was the hardest part for him, to be honest. When you really love someone, you pour your heart and soul into your words- they had feelings. They meant something. They were honest, filled with truth. And every time Tristan fibbed about packing or being at the airport or whatever, it felt as though the words were glued to his tongue. But how could he reveal his whole plan now? It would be glorious. Burst into the theatre, confess his love. It was going to be fantastic.