Prologue:
He stared at me with his wide eyes, begging for an answer to what he had found. Tristan enveloped me in a hug and asked, "Why would you do this to yourself, Annalise?"
"Because there's no other escape," I whispered softly, barely audible.
"Yes there is. You just have to wait a little longer for it to come along," He told me.
I gave him a sad smile, the one I've been using so often lately. If only he knew everything, how neglected and lonely I feel when he walks out of the room, leaving me behind. How I've been practically on my own since I was in seventh grade.
But I couldn't bring myself to complain about life anymore, because I knew that he was hurt deep down. No matter what he says, and how strong of the facade he puts up - I know he's hiding something devastating from me.
"What about you?" I asked, "What about your problems?"
Tristan just shook his head, "You're my only problem, 'Lise," He said humorously.
"Tristan I'm serious. I can tell you're hurting," I said, parting from the hug, "You can tell me anything, you know," I tell him sincerely.
"Thanks, but I don't think you'd know how to handle this," He answered. That being said, he walked out of the room and away from me, deserting my crumpled body on the floor of my hospital room. More tears escaped from my eyes as I stared out the window, watching the sun dip down past the horizon.
"I love you, Tristan Angel," I whispered to myself.
I prayed that he felt the same way, that things would work out with us. That there would be an us, together, united. I sighed and climbed back into bed, still shaking from my crying fit -- Let Me In, Tristan. I'll love you forever. I just need to know if you love me.
*TO BE CONTINUED*