Elizabeth
I'm holed up in my room crying. Why? Because my parents have both left messages they're not coming home for the holidays. I know I shouldn't expect anything more, but every year I'm still heartbroken by the fact that they won't be here.
The phone rings and I pick it up. "H-hello?"
"Elizabeth, what's wrong?" Tristan.
"Uh, nothing. I'm fine, what is it?"
"I was just checking up on you, but now I'm coming over."
"No Tristan, it's really-" And he hangs up.
A few minutes later there's a knock at the door. I run over to find Tristan standing on the porch. "Come in." I let him in and close the door behind him.
He looks at me and takes my face in his hands. "Elizabeth, baby, why are you crying?"
I bite my lip to prevent more tears from falling. "My parents. They're not coming ho
