Chapitre 55: Chapter 55

It's been just over an hour since I left the restaurant and I am freshly showered, dressed in comfortable yoga pants and a tank top. A hot mug of matcha tea cradled in my hands, I am huddled on the arm chair as I look out at the city lights of Tokyo, contemplating my hasty exit. Looking down at my phone, I look over the numerous messages Tristan has left me.

*Where are you?*

*Why did you leave?*

*Call me. You're worrying me.*

*What's wrong? Talk to me.*

All those messages have gone unanswered, what can I say? Hey, I found out you were once engaged and now I'm sitting here, stewing away bitterly? No, it's much easier to ignore him and that's what I intend to keep doing. I realise that it's a tad dramatic and immature but too many thoughts are going through my head. Wearing the chocolate shaped pendant Tristan gifted me, I twirl it between my fingers, unable to cease the comparisons. Once upon a time, he gifted another woman a much more significant piece of jewellery.