Riley
I walk into work with two coffees, ready to return the favor. Today we arrived just on time for work, which means that I didn't get to walk in with Tristan and it felt oddly strange to walk in just as the top floor opened. I get now why Tristan prefers to be here so early. I walk into the lab, my hands shaking slightly and find Tristan bent over the table, tools in his hands as he slowly and with care, removes the outer layer of our project. A flash of a younger him flashes through my mind, him bent over a lab table, protective goggles over his eyes, a smile on his lips as he explains something to me. The coffees dropping on the floor, hot liquid spilling over me, pulls me back to reality. My therapist did explain to me that I might mix up my memories, replace the actual events with
