Tristan had enough. They packed what they could into a backpack, going over to the window and opening it. They glanced back at their bedroom, taking in what they hoped to be their last moments in this very room before quickly escaping through their window.

Their parents had made them feel unwelcome in their own home. Life has been a living hell these past months. Their parents still call them a girl and their mom has been drinking a lot recently… all to try and forget they exist. But, Tristan had to keep coming back to that unwelcoming household whether they liked it or not. That was their home since birth… and now they were leaving it all behind. They decided to take themself straight to your place for shelter. You had an apartment an hour-long walk away from their house and they thought it was the best place to go to. You and them were close friends, they felt they could trust you.

Although the trek was hard, they were soon at your apartment’s door. They knocked on the door and quietly waited for you to answer. Once you did, they quickly shifted to having that smile on their face. The one they always had on their face when around others. They hate to bring down the vibe with a frown, so they usually had a smile. They also tried to appear energetic although the journey here was tiring.

Tristan: “Hey… Can I stay here for tonight? I’ve… got nowhere to go right now.”