Distant Devotion

Tristan's eyes trembled. Talia was right. Now, this was the only way he could see Camille.

Tristan knew he hated himself. Even if Camille just glanced his way, it was enough to make him feel happy.

At night, guilt kept crashing over him, followed by waves of relentless pain.

He stood by the window, surrounded by nothing but endless loneliness and the infinite night sky.

"Yeah, I can only watch