Ch.10-Bambi was here.

TRISTAN'S POINT OF VIEW

I wake up with the familiar headache and the excruciating heartache that for ten years only increases.

“Hey, T., are you ok?” Dee asks with a smile on his face while sitting on the end of the sofa, and I shake my head as in no but regret it as soon as I do because my brain feels like it’s stabbed with each shake.

“Do I look ok?” I ask rhetorically while trying to sit up, hardly succeeding.

“Well, you look like shit, but... don’t you remember anything?”

“Oh, God, Dee... your honesty is...” I trail off trying but failing to find the right words, and he chuckles.

I love him, I don't know what I would have done without him all these years, but sometimes... sometimes...

“I know, I know, I’m special. But enough about the awesome moi, well, not enough because what we’re going to talk about is gonna involve me as well, and once you hear me out, you’ll make me a statue and worship me until the end of your daaaayssssssssss.” He prolonged the words and changed his voice i