I'm Not in Love

“Tristan—”

“What we had together wasn’t right for you, and you were honest with me about how you felt, which was brave.” He squeezes my hand before releasing it to wipe his eyes. “I really think we’re better off apart.”

Tara told me that if I lost his trust, I’d be hard-pressed to get it back. “Have I lost your trust?”

Again, Tristan shakes his head. “You haven’t lost a thing.” He steps close to me and kisses my cheek with icy lips. “Don’t worry—it’ll be okay.”

Pulling his coat tightly around him, he sets out in the direction of the bus station.

With a hopeless heart, I follow along; his safety is my lasting concern.