Bab 35: You are beautiful

Liliana peered at him for a while. "Is something bothering you Tristan?" She asked and went closer to him. Tristan didn't know why but letting out to Liliana would make him feel better, he felt that. He nodded.

"Will you drink with me?" He asked.

Liliana didn't like that idea, what if she gets drunk and he. . . No, she shouldn't think that way. He was still on the goal of being nice and he wouldn't do anything to ruin everything, right? Liliana gave him that askance look as if knowing he could read her mind.

"I'm not forcing you. . .I know it's hard to trust me. . ."

"Let's drink and you'll tell me everything hmn," she requested for a nod and he nodded.

The next moment, they were seated in her living room. Tristan sat on the two-seater couch while Liliana was on the one-seater that was by his left. He poured her a glass and handed it to her.

Liliana gladly collected it but didn't drink, apart from the part that she didn't trust him. She didn't like alcohol, it was too hot. Tristan toasted her before quaffing a glass and then another and another. He didn't want to stop until the fifth time when she grabbed his wrist and collected the glass from him.

"Tristan, you'll get drunk," she told him. He shook his head and swallowed.

"I'm a sorcerer, I can't get drunk," he stated and carried the glass again to gulp. The heat transferred to his stomach and he loved the feeling.

"Why are you drinking so much?" She asked and took a sip of her drink and it was bitter so she grimaced her face.

Tristan sighed and looked at her with those glazing eyes. He was getting himself drunk but he keeps lying. "Because I'm a. . . sorcerer," he said, Tristan was drunk but he could think when it comes to revealing his identity. Liliana sighed and went closer to him. She took off his wig and asked.

"What was in the paper this morning?" Liliana dropped the wig and straightened his hair.

All this while, he was staring at her intently and swallowed when she met his gaze. "Why?"

Liliana understood what he meant by why, why she was removing his disguise. "I prefer your real face"

"Why?" He asked again. "One thing I must warn you about Liliana is that you shouldn't make the mistake of loving me if you want to live," he blurted out.

Liliana was shocked. Why would he say that about himself? "Tristan," she didn't know what to say about his statement.

"Yeah, I'm a liar and I'm bad, it's best you keep and stop your heart from feeling anything for me." He glanced at her before drinking.

"What was in that newspaper? Tristan, tell me," Liliana didn't like this side of him. He looked dead. She now drank the glass and poured herself another as the heat filled her lungs and traveled down to her stomach. She loved that reaction.

Tristan stared at her and leaned in. "I'm hungry," he said out of the blue.

Liliana looked up at him. "Huh, but you said earlier that you aren't."

"Have I ever said the truth to you? All that I say to you are either lies or half the truth," he confessed and gulped down another glass before sucking his lips.

Liliana was rendered speechless. "Why?"

Tristan gulped again with those glazing eyes peering at her with desire. Liliana hushed at that sight. "Because the truth is bitter, do you want to taste something bitter?" He asked.

"I'm already tasting this bitter drink."

Tristan chuckled. "You cannot understand," he shook his head and drank again. When he poured another glass to drink, she stopped his hand from reaching his mouth with the glass.

"Don't get yourself too drunk," she looked worried.

Tristan dropped the glass and leaned in. He peered at her with that look and Liliana swallowed. What was he up to now? Tristan licked his lips. "Liliana, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

Liliana's ear burned after his question and she lowered her gaze. He had but not face to face. It was through the note he sent. She shook her head wanting to hear him say it.

"Really, I've not?" His voice caused butterflies in her belly. She looked at his face that wasn't his face.

He pulled the mask off and she wonder how he always knew what she wanted without her speaking or asking. This wasn't the first time. After that, her heart melted the moment she saw his face with his perfectly Raven hair framing his face again.

"Well, if I've not. . ."

Liliana looked at him with those big eyes of hers and he smiled. Tristan looked drunk. "You are beautiful, your body is beautiful and inside you, your heart and soul are more beautiful," he told her.

Liliana believed he said that, and she loved the compliment that she blushed hard, so hard that her cheeks turned red. "Is it a lie or half the truth?" She asked.

Tristan gave that thoughtful look. "It's the truth, a whole truth. Some of my words are true, like when I said you are the only person I've said sorry to. That's a big truth." He only apologizes to demons like his father but not people.

"Why? Why don't you apologize?"

"I don't think sorcerer apologizes."

Liliana eyed him while he turned to drink again. She didn't stop him. "Be careful with how you drink," she told him.

Tristan sighed and nodded. "You remember I told you about a little boy lending me his idea on how to apologize to you."

"Yes, I still don't believe that."

Tristan clicked his tongue. "That's also true not half the truth."

"Ohhh. . ." She nodded. "What about him?"

"His name is Xander."

"Alexander."

Tristan nodded. "He's gone."

Liliana hushed and was shocked to see the pain in Tristan's eyes for the first time. It was like he wanted to cry but was holding back.

That means, his mood was rotten because the little boy was dead. But how?

"He was a street child, he was homeless, he was hungry. He was suffering and I decided to feed him and get him a home. I took him to the orphanage so he could have a place he could call home or maybe find a family soon. I've never been that nice to anyone. . ." Tristan sighed and drank two glasses. Liliana let him. She saw his pain for the first time, which means he must have liked the little boy.

"His hug was warm. He was just as innocent. He had your eyes that made me feel attached to him. Just like you, he was kind and loving and innocent. He loves everyone. He hugged me the last time I saw him. He blessed me but I caused his death. He died because of me." Tristan was being emotional. Was it because of the drink?

He stared at Liliana with those tiring and sad eyes. While Liliana felt sorry for the little boy and the man sitting next to her.

She extended her hand and stroked his back because that was the only way she felt she could reply.