Meeting him for the first time in the dorm room with his drum sticks in his hands, I felt an urge. An urge to ask him, if he was a drummer or not. Next day, I learnt he was as I heard the solos.
He lay his head over the wall at my bed side and closed his eyes. "Read me something. Anything." I was shocked. I knew he would not get half of it. But still, I went on.
"I won't let you be lost. I am here. " He smiled at me. "Wanna hear a drum solo?" I nodded. "Here we go." He put his headphones around my ears and played it in his phone. For a while, I died.
Kath is going to kill me. Tristan is going to murder me. I shuddered. I smiled. I shaked hands. I sneaked his glances. I shuddered again. "You look beautiful, Anuradha." Tristan's accent. Bruh.
"That's it. We are almost there." He puffed. "I can't anymore. Enough, Tris." Still he took hold of my hand and we rushed into the meadow before the river he once told me about. I smiled.
Three days. I didn't get a call. A message. Tris comes only at night. Doesn't look at me for once. Yesterday, I tried to touch him. But he just faded.