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“How do you know Lucy? Who the hell is Tiffany?” Tristan asked. “Uh… I— I… she… uhm…” why on Earth was I stuttering? “Please speak to me.” He shoved the box aside to move closer to me, holding my hands that began to vibrate. “Tristan, I— I don’t… really… wh—” “Hazel,” he called with his teeth gritted in frustration. “I— I— I’m… I don’t think she’s who… no, Lucy isn’t Tiffany. She just really looks like her.” I ended with a nervous smile, hoping he wasn’t going to press further. “So who the hell is Tiffany? And why do you seem so scared to see her again?” He was starting to frown really hard. “Uh… she’s…” I was trying to think of the perfect way to describe Tiffany, but nothing sensible could fit. “Tristan, please forget it.” “Forget it?!” He snapped, jerking to his feet and lettin
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“Tristan,” I sighed and hunched over, staring at my toes. I was confused; different thoughts were running through my head. Could Tristan possibly find anything about me before being the me I am right now? “You still don’t have anything to say, right?” Tristan still sounded really pissed off. “Tristan, you don’t understand,” I said in almost a whisper. “Then make me understand!” I shut my eyes as tears resumed rolling down my cheeks. “Gosh, Hazel.” He groaned before rising to his feet. “Tristan, please.” I raised my head to him. His eyes softened, obviously because he noticed the tears in my eyes. “What’s the point of these tears? What’s keeping you from speaking? What is wrong? What are you hiding?” I tried to at least say something, but more tears stopped me from uttering anything. “Excuse me?” We
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~ HAZEL ~ Squinting my eyes, I stretched my arms out with a yawn. It soon felt as though my head had been hit with a large block, but it was only a headache. “Shit,” I held the side of my head, groaning. “Why did I have to drink so much?” “Exactly! You threw up in my car.” Tristan’s voice made me snap awake completely. I jerked to sit up straight, staring at him like he was a burglar trying to steal my bra or something. When did he get here? How did I arrive home last night? “What’s wrong with you?” He asked, holding back a smile. “Why… you… aren’t… I thought… what hap—” “Jeez, calm down.” He placed his laptop on the nightstand and shifted closer to me. ”What? Why do you look so surprised?” “It’s—” He wrapped his arms around my waist, causing me to flinch. “What’s wrong with you?”
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“Wh–what do you mean?” Ian stuttered as his hands began to quiver. “Not mine? You must be crazy.” “The only crazy one here is you. Now stay away from me and my child!” She pushed him to the floor. “You can’t leave me like this, Indy.” He grabbed her hand, quickly rising to his feet. “There’s no way this isn’t our child. We planned this baby together. Something is definitely wrong with you. You’re running crazy. Where’s my sweetheart? Where’s the angel I know?” “She’s dead.” She yanked her hand from his grip and started walking in my direction. I quickly hid behind a wall before she could see me, then took to my heels, heading to my car. “Where did you go? I was starting to get really worried,” Mike said, as soon as I got to the car. “Let’s return.” I was panting from running. “What happened?” Sherri asked, looking concerned.
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“Oh… what’s that? Is there a toy model of my husband or something?” I quirked an eyebrow at her, hoping to convey the message that she wasn’t making any sense. “No, Hazel.” She replied through gritted teeth. “I want Tristan back. Don’t you remember he was mine before I decided to give him to you?” “Is this Tristan you speak of an object? I can help you search for a tristan.” “This isn’t funny at all. I’m not kidding, Hazel. I want Tristan back as mine. Tristan Shane Hendrix. I don’t know what you’ll do or how you'll do it, but you have to return what's mine back to me.” I paused, peering into her sky blue eyes for a while, before throwing my head back to laugh uncontrollably. “I’m being dead serious here. Nothing is funny at all.” She clenched her fists, not bothering to hide her frustration. I just couldn't stop myself from laughing; tears started rolling down
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I wondered where on Earth Tristan had gone. He wasn’t in our bedroom, and neither was he in his office. Preparations for the restaurant and bakery had me all worked up and I didn’t have time to snuggle close to him. After a while, I finally found him in the second living room. He didn’t notice my presence as I entered because he was laying on the couch, holding a file to his face. I stealthily walked up to him and snatched the file from him. He frowned and wanted to yell, but smiled when he noticed it was me. “What if you had ripped it?” He laced his fingers behind his head. “I wouldn’t have.” I dropped the file on the table and laid on him, resting my head on his bare chest, with my legs between his. “What’s with this clinginess?” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I missed you.” I hugged him and lifted my body to give him a
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~ HAZEL ~ This week had gone by pretty slowly. I never realized how hard and time-consuming working at a restaurant and bakery was, accompanied by managing the hotel with Sherri’s assistance. Sherri was surprisingly very good at business management. I guessed she had studied it in college or was just naturally talented. “Phew… another long day.” Mrs. Anderson said, receiving the tray from the waiter and dropped it on the counter. “It’s almost time to close the restaurant and there are still so many customers.” I sighed, reaching for a banana I had dropped on the counter before attending to a customer. “Yes. I’m so exhausted.” “We’ll need to train the other cooks more in order to start the 24-hour availability.” Sherri added, also dropping a tray on the counter. The restaurant and bakery had grown so much in such a short time. However, the perfect food and past
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“What? Are you surprised?” He let go of me, stuffing his hands into his trousers’ front pockets. “G-Giovanni?” I was still so lost. How on Earth was he in Aunt Mandy’s house? He still looked the same: that neat dark blonde hair and demonic dark brown eyes. I was frozen to a spot on seeing in. My heart beat felt numb at this point and my eyes didn’t close. “I didn’t expect you to be this surprised to see me.” He smirked. “It’s so great to finally meet you again in person.” He moved closer to me. I got out of my shocked state and stepped backwards, bumping into Aunt Mandy. I turned to her with an ever deeper frown. “You. How. Dare. You?” I asked her monotonously. “What?” “You’re evil.” “Are you just realizing that?” She snickered, waving a hand over her face. “I’m not done speaking with you yet.” Giovanni grab
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~ TRISTAN ~I watched Hazel as she dressed up for work, speaking to someone over the phone.“Yes… no, not like that… yes… no… okay… you know what? Never mind, I’ll be there soon… bye.” She finally dropped the phone, pulling the zipper of her skirt up and tied her long dark brown hair into a ponytail.I resumed typing away on my laptop to finalize the work I had to do before leaving for the office.“Hey Tristan, I’m leaving now.” She announced and grabbed her bag.“Okay,” I replied, trying to hide my pain— the pain from missing her too much.She stared at me with squinted eyes and opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a call from her phone once again. Checking the screen of her phone, she said a quick “goodbye” before heading out while speaking to whoever it was over the phone.I let out a s
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