The Breaking Point

“Get out!” he ordered, his voice cold and harsh.

The black jacket he was wearing made him seem more distant than usual. His dark eyes, which rarely revealed any emotions, to begin with, were unusually icy as well.

I opened my mouth to say something but, in the end, no words came out.

My gaze fell on his computer. Suppressing the pain in my heart, I said to him, “Tristan, I don't know why you get s