I dig my hands into the soft material of the white couch, nearly ripping them apart with my long nails. The erratic thumping of my heart fills my ears as I try to steady my breathing. I close my eyes, hoping to fall into a deep sleep and never wake up when Cassie's resounding voice fills the room.
"Nova. What is going on?" She asks, the dip of the couch alerting me of her sitting down.
I blow hot streams of air, my nose flaring at the movement. This is getting out of hand and if I don't do something, I may end up going crazy.
Why was he doing this?
What happened to him?
"Nova, can you tell me what's happening? What happened to Tristan? I mean, it's not like one can change overnight or are you hiding something from me?" She questions, curiosity dripping from her words.
"No. I'm not hiding anything." Which is the truth. I could never hide anything from her anyways.