Tristan reddened as Greg display photos of Michael and Andre together. Tristan attempted to contain his rage as he balled his fist with tears forming in his eyes. Greg smirked. Greg flashed every photo in Tristan's face. "Enough! I can't take any more of this shit" Tristan stormed up. Greg reclined on the couch as Tristan paced. Tristan raced across his living room floor and hold his hand over his mouth. His hands trembled. Tristan felt his heart cracking piece by piece as he thought. Greg smirked as he watched Tristan go through agony. Tristan fidgeted his hands, tried to coax himself, and failed as the pain built up. He walked toward to his cigar and grabbed his pack with his trembling hands. "Don't he fucking know I love him…" He panted as he lit his blunt. Tristan sucked in his blunts, exhaled a cloud of kush, and his body stopped shaking. Greg sat up on the couch and smiled. "Are you ok nigga?" Greg questioned. "I am good, this just s...