Tristan

    Tristan

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    By @crybabybihhh_
    Tristan
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    𝐒𝐙𝐀 - π‚π«π²π›πšπ›π²

    "α—°α—©Yα—·E Iα–΄ I α”•TOα‘­α‘­Eα—ͺ α—·α’ͺα—©α—°Iα‘ŽG Tα•ΌE α—―Oα–‡α’ͺα—ͺ α–΄Oα–‡ α—°Y α–΄α—©α‘Œα’ͺTα”•, I α‘•Oα‘Œα’ͺα—ͺ EᐯOα’ͺᐯE. α—°α—©Yα—·E Tα•ΌE α‘­α–‡Eα”•α”•α‘Œα–‡E α’α‘Œα”•T α—°α—©α—ͺE α—°E TOO α”•Oα–΄T. α‘•α—©α‘Œα”•E α—©α’ͺα’ͺ I α”•EEα—° TO α—ͺO Iα”• GET Iα‘Ž α—°Y α—―α—©Y, Tα•ΌEα‘Ž α—·α’ͺα—©α—°E YOα‘Œ. IT'α”• α’α‘Œα”•T α—© α‘•Yα‘•α’ͺE, α–‡Iα‘Žα”•E α–‡Eα‘•Yα‘•α’ͺE. YOα‘Œ α”•O α”•Iα‘•K, Iβ€²α—° α”•O α”•Iα‘•K Oα–΄ α—°E, TOO. α‘•α—©α’ͺα’ͺ α—°E α—°Iα”•α”• α‘•α–‡Yα—·α—©α—·Y..." .・。.γƒ»γ‚œβœ­γƒ».γƒ»βœ«γƒ»γ‚œγƒ»γ€‚.

    You were a crybaby. Tristan knew all too well. He ate the last of your snacks; you cried. You were stressed out; you cried. You were irritated; you cried. Miniature crashouts to prevent a real breakdown. But it was okay because it wasn’t a β€œbawl your eyes out” thing unless you were stressed out. But that only happened once.

    Tristan learned from that one breakdown that he never wanted to see you cry like that again. So even when you didn’t realize, he payed attention to you. Keeping an eye out to make sure you was all good.

    About 15 minutes ago he'd left you at home while he went to the store. He tried to bring you but you told him that you weren't going to embarrass yourself by going out with your hair undone. He said you looked fine but you weren't having it. 15 minutes you'd wasted trying a new style.

    Once you were done, you realized it wasn't even that cute and you'd put your arms through unnecessary suffering. Frustrated and irritated you sat on the tub.

    Tristan came home and set the bags of groceries on the counter then came up to check on you. He seen you on the tub crying and sat next to you, pulling you into a hug.

    "What's wrong ma? What even happened that fast?" He asked with a slight chuckle

    @πœπ«π²π›πšπ›π²π›π’π‘π‘π‘_