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My head spun again as I tried to think of how I knew this guy.
It all seed weird how it felt like I knew so of them even when I could have sworn I had never t them.
Then it suddenly clicked.
"I know you!" I exclaid, "You were in that picture of and Damian!"
"Yes, I am one of the n in the pictures," he said as he bowed to . "It’s a pleasure to finally et you."
Tristan’s head whipped to Gaston, and for so reason I saw a look of rage cross his features.
Did I say sothing wrong?
Bam!
It all looked like a blur, but just as one minute passed, Tristan was sitting by my side. The next, he had his hands tightly wrapped around Gaston’s neck.
"What did you just say to her? Don’t lie to ," Tristan growled, tightening his grip as I watched with wide eyes. "Tell the truth!"
I jumped off of the bed and moved behind Tristan as I stared at the two n in shock.
I could see Gaston’s face turning red and his body struggling to breathe under Tristan’s tight grip.
"Stop it!" I scread.
Tristan didn’t seem to hear , though, as he tightened his hold on Gaston’s throat, choking him until his face turned a bright shade of purple.
"I thought you said you were nothing but a recruit who didn’t know a thing about Damian," Tristan snarled as he squeezed the life out of the man. "Why did you keep that information a secret? Did you ever consider revealing that part of the information?!"
Gaston struggled to speak, but no sound ca out. He looked at pleadingly, sweat running down his forehead.
His eyes begged to save him.
I wanted to help, but I didn’t understand what was happening. What was going on with Tristan?
I looked up at Tristan with pleading eyes as I held back tears as my traumatic mory began to resurface. "Please don’t hurt him anymore."
"Why should I do that? This is what he deserves!" Tristan yelled as he tightened his grip on Gaston’s neck a little more.
My heart broke in two as I looked up at Tristan. "He was the one who helped escape that night!"Tristan looked over his shoulder at before he released Gaston.
Thud!
The man fell to the floor and coughed violently as Tristan let out a deep sigh.
Gaston grabbed his neck in pain and stumbled to the wall, where he leaned against it, gasping for air as he continued to cough.
"I’m sorry," he gasped between breaths. "It’s just that... I can’t believe it. I can’t believe you actually rembered sothing that happened so long ago."
My head spun again as I tried to think of how I knew this guy.
It all seed weird how it felt like I knew so of them even when I could have sworn I had never t them.
Then it suddenly clicked.
"I know you!" I exclaid, "You were in that picture of and Damian!"
"Yes, I am one of the n in the pictures," he said as he bowed to . "It’s a pleasure to finally et you."
Tristan’s head whipped to Gaston, and for so reason I saw a look of rage cross his features.
Did I say sothing wrong?
Bam!
It all looked like a blur, but just as one minute passed, Tristan was sitting by my side. The next, he had his hands tightly wrapped around Gaston’s neck.
"What did you just say to her? Don’t lie to ," Tristan growled, tightening his grip as I watched with wide eyes. "Tell the truth!"
I jumped off of the bed and moved behind Tristan as I stared at the two n in shock.
I could see Gaston’s face turning red and his body struggling to breathe under Tristan’s tight grip.
"Stop it!" I scread.
Tristan didn’t seem to hear , though, as he tightened his hold on Gaston’s throat, choking him until his face turned a bright shade of purple.
"I thought you said you were nothing but a recruit who didn’t know a thing about Damian," Tristan snarled as he squeezed the life out of the man. "Why did you keep that information a secret? Did you ever consider revealing that part of the information?!"
Gaston struggled to speak, but no sound ca out. He looked at pleadingly, sweat running down his forehead.
His eyes begged to save him.
I wanted to help, but I didn’t understand what was happening. What was going on with Tristan?
I looked up at Tristan with pleading eyes as I held back tears as my traumatic mory began to resurface. "Please don’t hurt him anymore."
"Why should I do that? This is what he deserves!" Tristan yelled as he tightened his grip on Gaston’s neck a little more.
My heart broke in two as I looked up at Tristan. "He was the one who helped escape that night!"Tristan looked over his shoulder at before he released Gaston.
Thud!
The man fell to the floor and coughed violently as Tristan let out a deep sigh.
Gaston grabbed his neck in pain and stumbled to the wall, where he leaned against it, gasping for air as he continued to cough.
"I’m sorry," he gasped between breaths. "It’s just that... I can’t believe it. I can’t believe you actually rembered sothing that happened so long ago."
My head spun again as I tried to think of how I knew this guy.
It all seed weird how it felt like I knew so of them even when I could have sworn I had never t them.
"I know you!" I exclaid, "You were in that picture of
"Yes, I an the pictures," he said as he bowed to . "It’s a pleasure to
Tristan’s head whipped to, and for so reason I saw a look of rage cross his features.
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