JUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW:
I'm pissed. I'm so pissed.
I clicked my tongue as I walked out of that place. I just wanna leave right now and sort out my thoughts. I really want to understand how Daryl is still able to hold that jerk in his arms as if nothing happened, but I don't think I'll ever understand that.
Without knowing it, I found myself in front of Tristan's condo.
Haaa... Am I seriously depending on him this much? This is really gonna hurt a lot if ever we break up. Not like I'm wishing for that to happen though.
I pressed his doorbell and waited for him to respond. I know he's home because he's probably painting again. He still doesn't have a studio so I'm sure he's here right now if he didn't have any other plans for the day.
I pressed the doorbell again because he was taking a bit too long. Maybe he didn't hear it?
I waited for a few more seconds and pressed the doorbell again. If this isn't gonna open, then that means he's not home.
