There was something about Tristan's place. I just can't fall asleep here. Or maybe it was because my mind was too preoccupied by stuff. Even though I did talk those things out with Tristan that I wanted to, his answers...I don't know. They were vague and not exactly what I wanted to hear. Somehow when he said them, he easily managed to convince me. He always does in some way. And they did sound reasonable as well. But then why am I still feeling so uneasy? Why can't I still put my mind to rest and just relax? There were other things that I wanted to ask but somehow he always manages to distract me with s*x. But was that even healthy?
Tristan was sleeping soundly beside me so I silently got up and headed out into the dark silent apartment like a ghost, shutting the door behind me. Where
