Chapter 129. I Recognize Your Voice

The trophy hit the ground and smashed.

Tristan turned around and grabbed a few more things, smashing them without even a look. What was broken were not things but a heart that was mocked and trampled.

After throwing half a dozen objects, he seemed to have used up all his strength and was breathing heavily. He grabbed his tie and pulled it loose. Then he put his hand on his knee, squatting down to see the pieces on the floor.

The broken pieces were crystal clear and sparkled under the sunlight.

She was like them.

Crystal-clear, hard and fragile, easy to break.

***

The clock on the wall was pointing to noon.

Tristan had just finished playing cricket. The two-hour game made him all sweaty and breathless. He almost wanted to lay down on the floor. He threw the bat away and went for a shower. When he changed his clothes, he saw there were several missed calls on his cell phone.

He was staring at the screen when his phone vibrated agai