Ella's POV:
I'm lying in bed, embraced in a pair of arms that make the world seem to drift away and yet for the first time since I first fell into them, they seem to be failing to give me the peace that I so desperately crave.
It's coming up for the time that Thomas usually wakes up and I've spent a restless night trying to think up the best way to tell him.
Tristan has held me and comforted me as I silently shed tears, but he's not said more.
It's as if he knows that him just being here with me is enough.
"He's going to be awake soon," I say quietly, without lifting my head from his chest where it's stayed all night.
"Yeah," he replies gently, his hand drawing a soothing pattern on my back.
"I don't know how to tell him."
"I know."
I'm grateful that he doesn't try and give me an answer.
We're quiet for a few moments, neither having anything particular to say.
"Thank you for staying," I whisper shyly.