YM778.TV Chapter 81 - 80
Justin was looking down with a grim expression on his face. He was still waiting for Tristan, unbeknownst to him thay he wouldn\'t be able to make it.
It was already past the time they were supposed to meet, yet he was still waiting there, still expecting for Tristan to come.
The coffee he has ordered became cold and so was the weather outside.
"Excuse me, sir. We will be closing in a bit. You will only have a little bit more time to stay here," one of the cafe staff approached Justin.
He has been waiting there for almost six hours. It was already quarter to 10, and by the time the clock strikes 10, the cafe will already be closing.
Even though he has already waited that long, he still refuses to believe that Tristan won\'t be coming.
"Oh... Okay, thank you," he said as he gave a small smile to the staff.
He still waited there a but longer as he kept glancing on the glass wall, trying to see if Tristan was outside.
Justin was asked to go out when the staff said that they were already leaving and that they couldn\'t allow him to stay longer.
"Thank you for working so hard," Justin said to them before they left. He was already left alone outside the cafe, still waiting for his alpha to come.
It was cold. Very cold.
Even though he liked the coldness of winter, he still gets cold especially when the weather is like this.
The snow began to fall rather heavier than earlier. Even though there were streetlights to guide people where they should go, he could barely see the light on the nearest one because it seemed so dark.
It was a whiteout.
Knowing that he\'d be cold outside of the cafe, he still wanted to wait there, thinking that Tristan might still come.
\'But will he really...?\' Justin thought as he hugged his folded legs and rested his head on top of his knees.
His heart ached so much because he knew deep inside that...
... he wouldn\'t come.
Tears began falling from his eyes as he sat on the wet concrete ground alone.
He knew he needed to accept the fact that he will never come and see him again.
He has alaready tried calling and texting him earlier, a desperate attempt to check if he was still coming, but no one answered.
He felt ignored.
It was the same feeling he felt during the first night when Tristan got home late and never told him what he did so late outside.
After a few more minutes of waiting in tbe cold, he stood up and just walked aimlessly on the road.
He has already accepted the fact that Tristan wouldn\'t come anymore and that he must have just said those words last time just to make him feel a bit better.
Justin took his phone from his pocket and took out his sim. He frowned at it and snapped it into two, so no one would be able to reach him ever again.
"I guess this is how our story ends..."
*****
As soon as Tristan gained consciousness, he immediatelt sat up. He kept turning his head, looking for his phone to call Justin despite his feeling dizzy with his head wrapped with bandages.
"Hey, slowly. You might get dizzy if you suddenly sit up like that."
He looked at the person who was next to his bed and saw Christian with his usual stone face.
"Where\'s my phone? I need it badly," he said as he showed and anxious facial expression. "I don\'t know where your phone is," Chan answered with a straight face. "Why don\'t you know where it is? I need it right now! Please... Please give me my phone..." Tristan begged with a pleading tone in his voice and a facial expression that shows how desperate he is.
Chan sighed and pressed the button above Tristan\'s bed that would call a nurse over. "It seems your phone was stolen. Before you were admitted here at the hospital, your phone and wallet was already gone," he explained. "You can use my phone instead if you want," Chan said and handed his phone to his cousin who looked like he\'d die if he doesn\'t get to hold a phone.
"Thank you," Tristan said as he grabbed the phone from Chan\'s hand. He immediately typed Justin\'s number that he was finally able to memorize and saw that it was in Chan\'s contacts. It was Justin\'s new number, so only a few people knew about it. He glared at his cousin as he called Justin\'s number.
"The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try to call later."
Tristan cussed when he couldn\'t seem to reach Justin. He tried calling him again, but the same thing happened once more.
"The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try to call later."
He let out a shaky breath and clenched his jaw. "How long was I unconscious?" Tristan asked his cousin, Chan. "Three days. Four days if you were still unconscious for a few more hours. Why?" Chan asked and raised his brow.
"Justin... Could you please ask Daryl to call Justin?" Tristan said with a grim expression. Chan stared at him for a bit and said, "I figured you\'d ask that once you regain your consciousness. Let me explain things to you, hmm?" Tristan looked at Chan and gave him his full attention.
"You see, the nurses had a hard time identifying you because you didn\'t have your phone and wallet with you when you were admitted here. With that said, we were informed quite late about your accident. We only knew about it the day after you were hit by a motorcycle. Knowing that you\'re crazy about Justin, Daryl called him as soon as he found out about your situation. But even though he\'s already called him for over twenty times, he still never answered any of Daryl\'s calls. He couldn\'t be reached until now. It seems like he changed his number again. Also, we tried going to your condo and Daryl\'s condo where the two of them used to live, but he wasn\'t there," Chan explained to him.
Tristan\'s heart ached. He wanted to cry, but he couldn\'t.
He knew Justin changed his number, so he wouldn\'t have any means to reach him. He even went through so much trouble by leaving the place where he could usually be seen. It seemed like he really left for good.
The nurse came and checked Tristan\'s condition. He was told that he\'d be able to leave after a few days of resting at the hospital.
*****
After a few days of staying at the hospital, Tristan was finally discharged. The first thing he did was look for Justin, but his dismay, he never found him.
He felt like he was going insane.
He has been looking for him over over three weeks already, but there was no sign of Justin. He thought he might still be abke to see him because he has no choice hut to go to university, but he wasn\'t there. He even tried going to Justin\'s hometown, but his family wasn\'t there anymore. It seemed like they left with Justin, too.
He was nowhere to be found.
Tristan is currently staying at home and drinking in broad daylight.
He seemed to have lost his will to live. He thought that if Justin isn\'t around, he wouldn\'t have a reason to live anymore. He wanted to blame his father for what happened to their relationship, but he knew that it was more of his fault than his father\'s. He knew that it was his actions that caused Justin to feel sad and hurt.
He was the one who hurt Justin, and not his father.
As if drinking in broad daylight wasn\'t bad enough, he also hasn\'t been taking care of himself lately. It\'s already been five days since the last time he\'s taken a bath and his hair was already so greasy. He also forgets to eat sometimes, and even though he doesn\'t forget, he just feels like not eating at all.
All he did during the days that he locked himself in the comforts of his home was drink all day and night, paint another one of Justin\'s portraits, and try his best not to commit suicide.
He was so depressed to the point where he wanted to take his life, but there was one thing that kept him from doing that. He thought that maybe someday, he\'d be able to see Justin again. He thought that someday, they\'d be together again, just like how they were before.
Loud banging on the door could be heard as Tristan put down the bottle of beer that he has already finished. He grabbed a bottle opener and opened a new bottle of beer.
"Fucking hell, Tristan! Open the goddamn door or I\'ll fuck this thing up!" Tristan heard someone yell from outside.
No matter how much the person cussed and threatened him to destroy the door, he didn\'t seem to care. He just drank his beer again and lied on the floor as he drank.
"Do you think Justin would like it if he sees you like this?"