Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-72.205.23.158-20191126141235/@comment-39014312-20191129161205

(Cool, I am so tired right now.)

Tristan couldn't stop starting at the necklace in his hand. It was going to be a present for Myka before she- Tristan didn't finish the thought. Another wave of sorrow rushed over him. Tristan welcomed it, nothing mattered anymore anyway. Myka was gone and nothing could fix that. The least he could do was cry for her.

Tristan buried his face in pillow, feeling empty and dry.