Tristan didn't know how long it would take to forget someone. It didn't matter even if time had passed, as long as he could be with her.
Having missed the chance once, he would never make the same mistake again. Rather than handing it over to someone else, he wanted to keep it for himself.
"Tristan...I'm still looking for my brother, so I don't think about other things right now."
"What if we find him?" He held Ava's hand and insisted on getting an answer.
"I went to the police today and they told me he's probably dead... dead..." Ava couldn't stop crying, her tears dripping onto the gauze in her hand, constantly sinking into it as if to soak it.
"No...If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, don't believe it."
