[Note: This is not related to the previous chapter.]
TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW:
Growing up, I've only ever seen my parents spend time with each other rarely. My mother clearly doesn't love my father, and so does he.
I was told that I was the fruit of the accident that happened between them when my mother got into a heat. It was purely a coincidence that my father was the one who was there when it happened, and that's when my mother's misery began.
I grew up believing that love between two people is something that is hard to come by. What I witnessed as I was growing up made me engrave that at the back of my head.
I knew it was impossible even with all those fairytale-like stories with predictable and cheesy happy endings that were shown in movies and dramas. To me, romantic love was like a myth. How could someone actually come to love you when you meet as strangers? Isn't that weird? How could your life change so much just because of them?
