Chapter One Hundred- Thirty Three

Roth walked over to Tristan’s bed, where the lingering smell of Tristan’s cologne hung over the sheets. Involuntarily, Roth took a deep breath in, inhaling the smell he had been so used to that he had never noticed until now when it hit his nostrils after so long of not smelling it.

He crumpled down next to Tristan’s bed, letting his head rest on the foot of his bed, as his fist clenched around the fabric of the sheets. He had not had time to rest or process the whole thing since the previous night.

The soft smell of Tristan from the sheets brought it back to Roth. They undoubtedly had had fun before Tristan had decided to spoil their vacation.

Roth didn’t know when his mind lulled him to sleep as he let it wander to the neon museum that Tristan had taken him to in Las Vegas.

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Eleanor had stayed up the whole night with Tristan, who had seemed to have lost track of time as he reminisced about the amazing vacation they had had before the last day when everything collapsed,