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THE TRUTH BEHIND PICTURES
"THE REASON PEOPLE KEEP PICTURES IS, UNLIKE THE PEOPLE IN THEM, THEY DON'T CHANGE"
PROLOGUE
Tristan Dugrey was staring at a certain photo he kept in his journal from high school. It was a picture of his Mary. If you were walking down the street and spotted a girl who looked exactly like this picture, she'd just be Rory Gilmore.
If you asked him if he no longer had feelings for this girl in the picture, he'd scoff at you. Of course he did. He'd always have feelings for Mary. But that girl you'd see walking down the street wouldn't be Mary, she'd be Ace.
The new and improved Rory Gilmore, which's what some, would say. New? Yes. Improved? No.
Ace was a venerable, high society, slutty Maggie.
Mary was a shy, innocent, blushing, school obsessed Mary. That was the girl he fell in love with.
At first, his wife was jealous that he would always look at this picture of another girl.
He told her that the girl in the pictures no longer existed.
She'd asked if she'd died.
I'd laugh and say only in spirit.
She'd ask me if I still loved her.
I'd say, Mary? Yes. Ace? Never. She'd give me a confused look.
I'd say "The reason people keep pictures is, unlike the people in them they don't change."
She'd sigh, knowing that was the best she was getting out of me, say she was hanging with the girls, than go screw her dentist.
I didn't care. I didn't love her. I only loved one girl. And that was Mary.
I was in a messed up relation ship. I was dumping her in a week. The day of our anniversary. That way we'd lasted at least a year.
Then, I was going to attempt to save Ace from becoming in a marriage like mine.
I was going to try to get her back to being Mary.