Chapter 44. Wish

Tristan

After that day, everything changed. Alyn had returned to her parents home and I barely saw her. The few times I did, I couldn't find it in myself to look at her, the memory of what she'd tried to do- attempting to take advantage of me- was still fresh in my mind.

She grew more erratic over the next few days after, often making up an act. Unlike the past however, I could see it clearly now. The clear victimhood. The image I had of her was cracked, and now I couldn't help but wonder:

Why?

I ignored her, simply distancing myself. I was too piled up in waves of guilt and self loathing to fully entertain her actions anyways.

Perhaps it was naive, but I forced it aside. Surely that was a sole incident that would eventually be forgotten.

That was what