Lila sighed as she stepped off the subway, clutching her students papers in her hands. The weather was still ridiculously warm for what she assumed was supposed to be a chillier season of the year–but then again, that was only because her favorite television shows growing up made her think that way. She had always liked the subway, and though she had her own car, it was more of a hassle to drive then she preferred–plus the subway was good when she was distraction. And the reality is: she was.
She wasn’t upset at the way things had turned out–well, not mad. Hurt, perhaps, and a terrified, sure–but not angry. Didn’t change the fact that the baby was coming and she was it’s mom; and both Jason and Nathalie were right, she could do it. She had to. But these were the thoughts that consumed her head as she made her way down Utopia Parkway–clearly not paying attention to those around her. In a flash, she felt her body crash into another’s and all her papers went to the ground. “Oof,” She replied, looking up to see a familiar face. “Tristian–oh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” She asked, bending down to pick up her student’s work? ( @tristcnlacroix )
It’d been months since the milestone of his college graduation brought him back home to New York. Slightly longer still, since the hardest break up he'd experienced to date. Since his girlfriend of a year packed up and disappeared from his life, taking with her parts of him in the form of his heart and a pregnancy with his child. Leaving him behind with nothing but a ring, a boat load of confusion, and unresolved feelings for her that he could only continue to bury. Given that the only person who’d known the realities of his break up was now drawing a blank on most of her life’s memories, Tristan was doing his best to erase them from his mind as well. He didn’t have the answers he needed and knew he would be asked for should he go telling anyone else. And frankly, he didn’t exactly want to take that specific walk down memory lane.
Of course, rarely did life hand him just what he wanted anymore. Why else would he have met Delilah Buchanan so shortly after moving back home? With her sweet persona, gentle voice, and that accent. That damn southern accent. Where some were very heavy, others were hardly even noticeable at all. Then there was Lila; somewhere in between, and somehow exactly where his ex-girlfriend landed with her own. As if that wasn’t enough, there was even the way he caught her crinkling her nose from time to time. All reminders of what he’d lost, and they were packaged so perfectly into the blonde before him. She was a kind woman, oblivious to what she represented for him, and he knew it wasn’t fair he act so occasionally distant and cold. Tristan did his best to keep his feelings out of it, but the more he tried it only seemed to get harder.
Bending down to help her with the paperwork she’d dropped, he cleared his throat, realizing it’d taken him a second longer to react than it should have. “Uh — yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. You’re too small to cause any real damage, Buchanan.” A short laugh fell from his lips as he tried to tease her, but even that came out sounding more matter-of-factly than intended. “Here, let me help.” Stopping a couple of the sheets with his hand as they started to move away, he picked them up along with a few more she’d missed. Once they were done collecting everything he stood up, offering his hand out for her to take. “Shouldn’t you be carrying these in a bag or something? Especially if you’re going to be so distracted. You almost lost a few.”
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