Tristan Pov   "How dare he treat me like I'm less of a man! I care for my mother." I shouted out loud at Emma. I was really upset. I sat on the stairs with my hands on my face. I looked at Emma then closed my eyes to think. ''Tristan please calm down. Let us go to your mother now and talk to her. We can all figure out something that doesn't involve Clarke." Emma told me as she rubbed my back. I got up and pulled her in for a hug then I kissed her on her forehead. I grabbed my key for my car. Emma opened the front door and we both left the house. On the way to my mother's house, I couldn't stop thinking about what Clarke said. I should have been there with mum but I wanted to be here with Emma. I had to come up with something that doesn't separate me from my mum or Emma. Emma may have seemed calm but I knew she was upset. I saw that her face looked a bit sad. I didn't want to be away from her.  

Emma Pov   Five days later, I was standing in front of the mirror wearing a black dress, black heels and white pearls. Crissy liked pearls, she said to me once that pearls made the simplest things look elegant. I wore a blue ribbon on my hand because that was her favourite colour. I wanted something to remind me that she was with me. I stared at myself in that mirror as I reminisced everything about Crissy. "Emma honey, are you alright?" My mum asked, startling me. "Yes, I'll be fine. It hurts but I'll be okay." I turned around to look at her. "Come, your dad and Tristan are downstairs waiting for you." She said as she held her hand out to escort me. I really did not want to see Tristan. He left me, then he so happened to come back the exact same day Crissy died?  I haven't spoken to him since I left the hospital. I came home that day and cried myself to sleep. He came home an hour later drunk. He tried to ask

Emma Pov    I woke up to the warmth of the morning sun on my cheek. I smiled with glee as I remembered the fun Tristan and I had. I sat up and placed my chin on my knees, I closed my eyes and I could still feel his lips on mines. I really hoped we stayed happy.  Scanning the area I realized most of our stuff was gone and so was Tristan. I guessed that he got up early and started packing.  I got up and rolled up my sleeping bag to carry it back to the car. I stumbled upon a brown rabbit on the way back, it was absolutely adorable. I love rabbits they're such precious creatures. Reaching closer to the car I saw Tristan, I paused for a minute to stare at him.  "Hey beautiful, see something you like over here?" Tristan asked me as he closed the trunk of his car. He caught me staring. I thought I had at least two minutes to stare at him. I giggled, "It's not easy to sneak up on you huh?" 

Emma Pov   I was back at school walking the hallways. I looked around at all the other girls with their friends, how they laughed with each other. They looked happy and I was most definitely bothered by it. I no longer had my best friend to laugh and be happy with, wear matching clothes and comb each other hair. I felt alone.  "Hey Emma, that outfit is really cute," Mandy said as she walked up to me with two other girls from the cheer team. I was stunned that she was talking to me and even complimenting me. She's so fake, she probably pitied me because of Crissy's passing. I tried not to roll my eyes at her because I really wanted to join the stupid team. "Uh thanks, Mandy. You look absolutely gorge yourself." I told her. " Thank you, I know. Look I'm really sorry about what happened to Crissy I know the two of you were best friends. I came to ask you to join the team. It should take your mind off the stress." She said soundi

Emma Pov   "What is wrong with you?" Tristan asked aggressively. "What? I only said what I said to hurt Clarke." I told him propping my hands under my chin. "You're not hurting Clarke. You're hurting my mother Em." He said gritting his teeth. "Look I'm sorry, but seeing him is triggering. I can't help but make him miserable. I really thought I was fine with this situation but this shit is too weird to handle like a normal person." I told him. "You can't say things like that because you feel triggered, Emma. At the end of the day, she is my mother and you can't be disrespectful in any type of way. Please try to understand that." Tristan told me calming himself down. "I said I was sorry okay, relax. I'm too drunk for this." I told him standing up. "Emma! Listen to me I don't want you doing that again. Take me seriously." He said. "Well excuse me! Okay daddy I'll listen to whatever you say." I told him in a mo