Leaving On A Jet Plane
Rory Gilmore stood on the porch debating with herself. She was leaving for Italy for a year and was leaving her boyfriend of 3 years behind.
They had fought about her departure a week ago and hadn't spoken since. At first she was angry that he would get upset with her for following her dreams, but now here she was standing on his porch debating whether or not she should knock to say goodbye. There was still a little part of her that was being thick headed and telling her that he should be the one to apologize, and it was that stubborn little voice that had kept her from knocking as soon as she got there.
The sun was just starting to rise. All her bags were packed, she was ready to go. The taxi was waiting for her by the curb. She turned towards the door, raised her hand ready to knock then turned around quickly and ran to the cab, which was honking its horn.
Tristan Dugrey stood on the other side of the door watching her through the small window by the door. He hadn't been able to sleep the whole night with the thought that Rory would be leaving that morning for Italy.
When he heard a car pull up to the curb he ran to the window and saw Rory get out of the taxi. He had watched her pace back and forth for the last 15 minutes and was debating just opening the door and talking to her, but he didn't. He was too stubborn for that, somewhere in his mind he still thought that she should be the one to approach him first.
What Rory hadn't known that night when they had fought about her trip was that Tristan was about to propose. He had bought the ring months ago and was just waiting for the perfect moment to ask her. Then when she mentioned being away for a whole year he mentally freaked out. Here was the love of his life, his Mary, about to leave for a foreign country without giving their relationship a second thought. So he fought with her and basically told her that if she left then it was the end of them. Of course Rory wasn't going to give in to his threats so she argued back and they ended up not talking to each other for the past week.
Instead of spending her last week in the same country as him together they spent it apart both waiting for the other to approach them first.
Now here he was being a coward watching her pace from the front entrance window.
He continued to watch her pace for another few minutes until she finally stopped, turned towards the door, and raised her hand to knock.
He had his hand ready on the door to open it as soon as she knocked but the knock never came. Instead he watched as she ran towards the cab.
He opened the door quickly and ran out onto the porch just in time to see her tear streaked face looking out the window of the cab.