"Do you think Justin would like it if he sees you like this?"
At the mention of his beloved's name, he felt his heart throb. The tears that didn't seem to fall from his eyes since he woke up from the accident were now rolling down his cheeks endlessly.
The mere thought of Justin not liking what he was doing made him fall apart once again.
He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and toom a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He put the bottle next to him and sat up. He looked at the direction of the door and decided to open it for the person who was outside.
He stood up and walked to the door. As soon as he opened it, the first thing he thought when he saw the person standing before him was, 'He might kill me at this rate.'
"I've been coming here every single day despite my busy schedule, yet you never opened the door for me even once. You're a total mess," he said as he glared at Tristan.
Just as he said, Tristan really was a mess.
