A matter of time

It has just only been two days since Tristan left home, when Liliana freshened up and had her dinner as she used to after her parent's died, she lay in bed and curled up. 

She stared at the big frame of her family's picture but she was thinking of Tristan, has he eaten? Was he also thinking of her? Should she call him maybe he'd answer and come to her?

That idea knock her head and but she sealed her mouth because it was absurd to do such and she didn't want to get disappointed by him not coming. Let me call him, she'd decided.

No, he wouldn't come, what was the use of calling him? She thought to herself. It was of no use but there wasn't any harm in calling him. Her mind wandered. 

Liliana turned around and stared above her, should she call him? She grumbled with yes and no but in the end, she whispered his name and shut her eyes close in embarrassment that he wouldn't come and she was foolish to call for him.