The Air He Breathes

I was cautioned about Tristan Cole. “Avoid him,” individuals said. “He’s barbarous.” “He’s frosty.” “He’s harmed.”

It’s anything but difficult to judge a man on account of his past. To take a gander at Tristan and see a beast. Yet, I couldn’t do that. I needed to acknowledge the destruction that lived within him, since it likewise lived within me.

We were both exhaust. We were both searching for something else. Something more. We both needed to assemble the smashed bits of our yesterdays. At that point maybe we could at long last recall how to relax.