there was no question that as the day went on , as the night started to roll in . . . tristan was not okay . not only was it completely 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 when looking at him but it was obvious when speaking to him as well . he looked like he was far away . like he was there 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 but 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 , his mind was in a completely different place . not to mention how much of a mess he looked . the toll of the drugs , the drinking and a day at a festival took on a person . ⏤ hunched over , tristan let out a groan . although , all the way until this 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 moment , he couldn't feel much of anything . other than feeling like he was invincible . . . that and feeling as though he could get away with the 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 he did to himself because there was no repercussion ( in the given moment . ) but it seemed as though he was knocked into reality a bit for the moment . everything hitting him all at once , like a giant wave crashing without any warning . wiping at his nose as the blood rolled down his face , he wasn't even sure if it was his nose or somewhere else on his face . the amount of moshes he'd been in . . . well , that and the fact that in his crossfaded state , he was acting a little too chaotic . 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 someone enough to punch him square in the face . queue , where he was right now . standing up a bit , he tried to walk before stumbling a little . hunching over again , his hands on his knees . ❛ fuck , ❜ he mumbled under his breath .
