54 I want to help

Tristan drew the chair that was always facing across the mirror, he sat on it and began to stare at his landlady with his thoughts striding through his mind and he picked her hand before stroking it. When did he turn into a demon who cares? When did he learn to share such affections? When did he begin to care, not just a little but care too much? He realized that all this was because of this Barbie looking woman on the bed sleeping peacefully. 

What an innocent girl, the way she kissed him earlier made him emotional. He was sure that he didn't kiss her out of lust but some other feelings. He finally let his shoulders down after staring at her for an hour. 

Liliana opened her eyes to view another day. She stared at the ceiling for a while recalling yesterday. Oh, she was crazy last night. How could she say all that in front of Tristan? How could she even listen to his orders and pleaded with him desperately?