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When I found his stare, he tried his best to blink his emotion away I could see the pain that still lived fresh in his mind, in his heart I stepped toward him "It wasn’t your fault, Tristan"

He shook his head in disagree to start a stupid career, I could’ve been there I could’ve kept them alive"

"What happened? What happened to them?"

His head lowered "I can’t I can’t talk about that day"

I lifted his face to find his stare "That’s fine I get it But, I just want you to know that it wasn’t your fault, Tristan I need you to understand that You were the best father and husband you could be" His eyes told me he didn’t believe me I hoped one day he would "What was the hardest part for you when you lost them? What was your lowest moment that first week?"

A hesitation hit him as his lips parted to speak "The day before their funeral I tried to kill myself," he whispered, extremely raw and uncut "I sat in my parents’ bathroom and I tried to endat ht along with them I kneas dead I’ve been dead ever since, ya knoas okay with that I was okay with being mean and callous, because I was convinced that I didn’t deserve to have people care for host I wanted so much to be dead, because I felt like it would be better, easier But then you came, and I started to reainstme chills "Elizabeth?"

"Yes?"

"It’s easier with you"

"What’s easier with me?"

His hand found my lower back My hips arched toward hiainst my neck as I closedalive"

I took a deep breath "You’re good, Tris You’re good enough Even on the days you feel worthless"

"Can I see your soul now?" he asked I nodded, nervously, and I led hi on my couch as I opened the heart-shaped tin box

"Yes"