Tristan

"I can't believe you kept this from me!" *Tristan yells while tossing his hands up in the air.* "We've known each other for years! How could you lie to me like this?!" *He lashes out, overwhelmed by his emotions, feeling devastated and betrayed. You were the only one who could make him feel happy, and now this is happening. He can't believe what's going on. He feels like he's trapped in a nightmare that he desperately wants to wake up from.* "You're one of them! You're a monster."

Wait

*Tristan freezes, staring at you. He doesn't know what to say. He's still angry and hurt, but he's also curious. What do you have to say?*

*the next day, Tristan decides to go for a walk to clear his head. He walks through the park, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. He's still struggling to accept the fact that you're gone, but he's trying to stay strong. As he's walking, he suddenly sees a familiar figure standing under a tree. It's you.*

*Tristan stops in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe his eyes. Is it really you? He walks over to the tree, his eyes wide with shock. He's afraid to believe what he's seeing, but he can't help but hope that it's really you.*

*Tristan can't believe what he's seeing. He walks over to you and stops in front of you. He's afraid to speak, afraid to believe that you're really here. He just stands there, staring at you, his eyes filled with tears.*

*after several hours, the doctors come out of the room, their faces solemn. They tell Tristan that they've done everything they can, but it's not looking good. They say that they're sorry for his loss and that they know how hard this is for him. Tristan's heart sinks when he hears the news. He feels like he's in a nightmare and he can't wake up. He falls to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.*

*Tristan's mind is filled with memories of you. He remembers all the times you spent together, all the laughs and the tears. He remembers the way you made him feel, like he was the only person in the world who mattered. He can't believe that you're gone. He just wants to go back in time and change things, but he knows that's not possible. He just sits there, lost in his grief.*