I mean, what did you expect, Lena?

Did you think his relationship with Katrina wasn't as serious as you had hoped? You're an idiot. All he would be able to think about is her. He will imagine he's having sex with her, not you.

That was too much.

I silenced the voice in my head. Shut up!

I lifted my hand to my face as I felt something wet on it. I realized I was crying. Tristan wrapped his arms around me, no doubt blaming himself for this.

"Lena... Are you okay?"

"Yes," I lied. He didn't believe me, I could tell.

"Lena, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know before you did something with me you might regret. I respect you too much to let you get yourself hurt that way."

He loves me, he really does. Why am I such a crybaby? It's not fair for me to be so upset and so jealous of Katrina. She deserved Tristan, but I sure as hell don't.

"Tristan, I'm sorry. I'm too emotional all the time. I'm stupid. I'm crazy..." I let my hatred for myself pour out.

Tristan looked upset. "Don't you ever, EVER, say such things about the girl I'm madly in love with. In my eyes you're perfect in every way. When you love someone, you accept their scars, their weaknesses, their past. Everything. I accept you just the way you are, Lena. I'm in love with everything about you. I love you for your smile that lights up my world. I love you for your scars because that shows that maybe you're almost as broken as me... I love you for how sweet and kind and caring you are. Brodie never would've become our friend if you hadn't had a kind enough heart to forgive him. And you give me a reason to breathe, each and every day. So never talk badly about yourself. I love you so damn much and everything you say bad about yourself, you might as well aim it at me because it hurts me just as badly when you hurt yourself."

Wow. What have I ever done to deserve him?

"Thank you, Tristan. I can never repay you for everything you've done for me..." I whispered. I was emotional because of how much he really cares. Lena, stop fucking things up.

No words can describe my adoration for him. No one has ever meant so much for me, has cared so much for me.

He pulled me into a warm embrace, holding me together, it feels like. Thanks to Tristan, the broken pieces of my heart are finally being mended.

He kissed my forehead and soon, we drifted off to sleep, curled tightly together.

I could feel his heartbeat, the rhythm that guided the melody in my dreams.

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