Summary: This is the sequel to "Remember Me". Rory and Tristan are married
for three years when suddenly things are starting to go downhill. Fast.
Will Rory find out what is wrong before it is too late?
A/N: If you haven't read Remember me here's a little summary:
Tristan asks Rory to marry him but instead of answering yes Rory freaks out. Tristan, who is living in London to set up a new firm for DuGrey enterprises, flies back to London. Rory follows him the next day but gets in a planecrash resulting in her losing her memory. She is mistaken for Lydia Langford, the fiancée to Ben Passmore whom she met on the internet. She goes to live with him and they get married. Meanwhile Tristan thinks she's dead but just in time he figures out the truth. When they see eachother at the wedding Rory decides she can't marry Ben and runs away. Tristan finds her and gives her back her diary. Rory reads the diary and finally remembers everything. Her and Tristan get married.
~~**~~
Tristan DuGrey took some piles of clothing out of the cabinet and dropped them onto his bed. From another closet he yanked a suitcase and randomly started throwing in his clothes. He didn't even bother folding them, which showed that he was clearly in a hurry. When his suitcase couldn't possibly fit another sock he took out another suitcase from under his bed and started stuffing it with dresses and womens jeans. Even when he heard the crack of the threshold he didn't stop, not even bothering to turn around and greet her.
The young woman standing in the doorway carried a pained expression on her face. She wished he would tell her why he wanted to move so much. Since almost a year he would suddenly start packing and they would live somewhere else. Their house would always be smaller the next time, and she wondered if someday they would end up living in a shoebox together.
"Tristan"
She begged him to tell her, in her words, in the subtle change in calling out his name, but most of all in the silent plead in her eyes. When they had married they had not only promised eachother to be faithful but he had also promised her always to tell what was bothering him. She couldn't understand what was wrong this time.
"Get your stuff Rory. The furniture van should be here in fifteen minutes"
"Tristan please..."
"Not now. Get your stuff"
She remembered the days when he used to treat her with respect, love shining in his eyes whenever he looked at her. These days he barely looked at her and if he did he avoided her gaze as soon as possible. She wondered if something was wrong with her, if he had some affair. Ever since it started she had pained her head by trying to come up with excuses or reasons for his behaviour. But truth be told, she couldn't find a reason why.
If he would only tell her...if she could only save her marriage.
Whenever she tried to distance herself from the situation, look at it with observers eyes, she couldn't help but noticing that the tiny cracks in her marriage started to get bigger. Her marriage was falling apart. And if she didn't find out the truth soon she was worried that the next time they would actually talk would be about the divorcepapers.
~~**~~
Don't pack too much stuff. Only bring the things you need.
It was practically engriffed in her mind. All the times she had heard Tristan utter those words she had to leave something of her past behind. And with all the times she moved she felt like he was drifting farther apart from her.
Opening her drawer to gather her jewelry she noticed her expensive diamond collier missing. Tristan had given it to her when they had been dating for six months and she only wore it at special occasions. Thinking that she had misplaced it last time she quickly searched the house, but to no avail.
"Tristan? Have you seen my diamond collier?"
She fixed her eyes on him, noticing the little twitching of his mouth and the guilty look his eyes held before they averted their gaze.
"You didn't"
Her voice sounded sad. How could he have sold her diamond collier? And why? He knew how much it meant to her.
"This has got to stop Tristan. I need to know what's going on"
For a moment it seemed like he was indeed going to tell her, but then he took up his suitcase and walked down the stairs. She resisted the urge to fall on her bed and cry and instead quickly collected the stuff she needed in the new house.
~~**~~
It was just like he had expected it to be. As soon as he had received the letter he had known that it was time again. Time to move, to another house which would always be so much smaller. To a simpler lifestyle, with another name and no contact with the people that they once were close to.
He walked into their new house after putting in all their stuff and signed the papers the man from the furniture van gave them.
"Thank you mr Abbott"
"You're welcome" Tristan replied before closing the door.
"Abbott huh?"
Tristan turned around and ignored the look on Rory's face.
"When do I ever get to be Rory DuGrey-Gilmore again?"
Tristan just shrugged, before brushing past her into their new livingroom. But for once Rory wasn't going to let it just slide.
"Tell me what's going on Tris...please..."
She walked up to him and put her arms around his neck, forcing him to look at her. She knew her eyes were filled with tears and sadness and she tried to make him understand that they were in this together.
"You need to tell me. We're in this together. You have to tell me what's going on...you know I'd follow you to the end of the world but I need you to tell me what's happening...why you're doing this. It's tearing me apart Tris...not being able to see mom...all the people I left behind for you...I don't know if I can take this any longer...especially when you're shutting me out all the time..."
"Rory"
Her heart skipped a beat. He called her by her old name. Not the names he had made up for her whenever they moved into a new house. She looked up at him expectantly, thinking he finally was going to tell her.
"Yeah?"
Her voice was soft and a light was shining in her eyes. He was going to tell her and finally everything would be okay again. They would be happier than before and she would be able to tell him the secret she had been hiding for a few weeks now.
"You're standing on my toe"
~~**~~
She froze, which gave him the opportunity to untie himself from her arms and walk into the kitchen. It took her a few breaths to calm down before she followed him.
"Doesn't our marriage mean anything to you Tristan?"
She didn't dare to step up to him and instead just focused her gaze on his back. In the old days she would have been able to read his mood from every little bodymovement he made. Now she was staring at his back and realized that maybe she wasn't losing him. Maybe she had already lost him.
He didn't answer her so she tried again.
"Tristan...remember what you said in your weddingvows? That you would always tell me what was going on? Doesn't that mean anything to you? You're not talking to me anymore...you barely look at me...are you tired of me? Do you want us to break up is that what you're trying to do?"
In a sudden spur of the moment she took of her weddingring and threw it at his back. It fell on the ground with a cold and deafening sound. Her voice sounded fragile when she spoke.
"Cause it's certainly working"
With those last words still lingering in the air she turned around and ran out of the kitchen, blindly making her way to the bedroom where she fell down and finally allowed her tears to come.
~~**~~
A/N: That was it...so...do you think it was as bad as I thought it was? Or do you want me to continue this? *R*e*v*i*e*w* please!
A/N: If you haven't read Remember me here's a little summary:
Tristan asks Rory to marry him but instead of answering yes Rory freaks out. Tristan, who is living in London to set up a new firm for DuGrey enterprises, flies back to London. Rory follows him the next day but gets in a planecrash resulting in her losing her memory. She is mistaken for Lydia Langford, the fiancée to Ben Passmore whom she met on the internet. She goes to live with him and they get married. Meanwhile Tristan thinks she's dead but just in time he figures out the truth. When they see eachother at the wedding Rory decides she can't marry Ben and runs away. Tristan finds her and gives her back her diary. Rory reads the diary and finally remembers everything. Her and Tristan get married.
~~**~~
Tristan DuGrey took some piles of clothing out of the cabinet and dropped them onto his bed. From another closet he yanked a suitcase and randomly started throwing in his clothes. He didn't even bother folding them, which showed that he was clearly in a hurry. When his suitcase couldn't possibly fit another sock he took out another suitcase from under his bed and started stuffing it with dresses and womens jeans. Even when he heard the crack of the threshold he didn't stop, not even bothering to turn around and greet her.
The young woman standing in the doorway carried a pained expression on her face. She wished he would tell her why he wanted to move so much. Since almost a year he would suddenly start packing and they would live somewhere else. Their house would always be smaller the next time, and she wondered if someday they would end up living in a shoebox together.
"Tristan"
She begged him to tell her, in her words, in the subtle change in calling out his name, but most of all in the silent plead in her eyes. When they had married they had not only promised eachother to be faithful but he had also promised her always to tell what was bothering him. She couldn't understand what was wrong this time.
"Get your stuff Rory. The furniture van should be here in fifteen minutes"
"Tristan please..."
"Not now. Get your stuff"
She remembered the days when he used to treat her with respect, love shining in his eyes whenever he looked at her. These days he barely looked at her and if he did he avoided her gaze as soon as possible. She wondered if something was wrong with her, if he had some affair. Ever since it started she had pained her head by trying to come up with excuses or reasons for his behaviour. But truth be told, she couldn't find a reason why.
If he would only tell her...if she could only save her marriage.
Whenever she tried to distance herself from the situation, look at it with observers eyes, she couldn't help but noticing that the tiny cracks in her marriage started to get bigger. Her marriage was falling apart. And if she didn't find out the truth soon she was worried that the next time they would actually talk would be about the divorcepapers.
~~**~~
Don't pack too much stuff. Only bring the things you need.
It was practically engriffed in her mind. All the times she had heard Tristan utter those words she had to leave something of her past behind. And with all the times she moved she felt like he was drifting farther apart from her.
Opening her drawer to gather her jewelry she noticed her expensive diamond collier missing. Tristan had given it to her when they had been dating for six months and she only wore it at special occasions. Thinking that she had misplaced it last time she quickly searched the house, but to no avail.
"Tristan? Have you seen my diamond collier?"
She fixed her eyes on him, noticing the little twitching of his mouth and the guilty look his eyes held before they averted their gaze.
"You didn't"
Her voice sounded sad. How could he have sold her diamond collier? And why? He knew how much it meant to her.
"This has got to stop Tristan. I need to know what's going on"
For a moment it seemed like he was indeed going to tell her, but then he took up his suitcase and walked down the stairs. She resisted the urge to fall on her bed and cry and instead quickly collected the stuff she needed in the new house.
~~**~~
It was just like he had expected it to be. As soon as he had received the letter he had known that it was time again. Time to move, to another house which would always be so much smaller. To a simpler lifestyle, with another name and no contact with the people that they once were close to.
He walked into their new house after putting in all their stuff and signed the papers the man from the furniture van gave them.
"Thank you mr Abbott"
"You're welcome" Tristan replied before closing the door.
"Abbott huh?"
Tristan turned around and ignored the look on Rory's face.
"When do I ever get to be Rory DuGrey-Gilmore again?"
Tristan just shrugged, before brushing past her into their new livingroom. But for once Rory wasn't going to let it just slide.
"Tell me what's going on Tris...please..."
She walked up to him and put her arms around his neck, forcing him to look at her. She knew her eyes were filled with tears and sadness and she tried to make him understand that they were in this together.
"You need to tell me. We're in this together. You have to tell me what's going on...you know I'd follow you to the end of the world but I need you to tell me what's happening...why you're doing this. It's tearing me apart Tris...not being able to see mom...all the people I left behind for you...I don't know if I can take this any longer...especially when you're shutting me out all the time..."
"Rory"
Her heart skipped a beat. He called her by her old name. Not the names he had made up for her whenever they moved into a new house. She looked up at him expectantly, thinking he finally was going to tell her.
"Yeah?"
Her voice was soft and a light was shining in her eyes. He was going to tell her and finally everything would be okay again. They would be happier than before and she would be able to tell him the secret she had been hiding for a few weeks now.
"You're standing on my toe"
~~**~~
She froze, which gave him the opportunity to untie himself from her arms and walk into the kitchen. It took her a few breaths to calm down before she followed him.
"Doesn't our marriage mean anything to you Tristan?"
She didn't dare to step up to him and instead just focused her gaze on his back. In the old days she would have been able to read his mood from every little bodymovement he made. Now she was staring at his back and realized that maybe she wasn't losing him. Maybe she had already lost him.
He didn't answer her so she tried again.
"Tristan...remember what you said in your weddingvows? That you would always tell me what was going on? Doesn't that mean anything to you? You're not talking to me anymore...you barely look at me...are you tired of me? Do you want us to break up is that what you're trying to do?"
In a sudden spur of the moment she took of her weddingring and threw it at his back. It fell on the ground with a cold and deafening sound. Her voice sounded fragile when she spoke.
"Cause it's certainly working"
With those last words still lingering in the air she turned around and ran out of the kitchen, blindly making her way to the bedroom where she fell down and finally allowed her tears to come.
~~**~~
A/N: That was it...so...do you think it was as bad as I thought it was? Or do you want me to continue this? *R*e*v*i*e*w* please!