AN: Hi! I'm back! Now, for all the readers who stayed with me through More Than They Could Handle, I want to shout out a big thank-you to you all. Yes, it's complete already. I just couldn't think of a way to continue after that last chapter. Everything I came up with seemed so ick and cliché. Anyway, I decided to create a sequel instead-no, this is not it… but it'll be up someday soon. As soon as I can get the plot fixed in my head (Yes, that odd-shaped thing above my shoulders and neck that a lot of my readers want to bash)…
MOVING ON! Everyone knows I love Tristan and Logan equally right? However, the vast majority of fics that I've been reading lately have been Trories and thus this fic was so very easy to write. Most of the chapters are already written so I think I'll just update every time the reviews hit fifteen and multiples of fifteen : )
This is obviously not set in the States and DEFINITELY NOT the modern era… and some of it is loosely based on Judith McNaught's 'Almost Heaven', a great book. I highly recommend it if you want a romantic tearjerker-type story. I have no idea if I got the geography stuff right-I'm basically too lazy to do research and I wrote this in a span of three hours.
TOTALLY AU and TRORY. Logan's here! Logan's here! But I made his character really nice and stuff… (predictable)
I'll end it here. The AN is getting to be even longer than the story!
DISCLAIMER: I own everything. I do. I doooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! (author weeps dramatically as she is dragged of by the men in the white suits. Meanies.)
Read and Review! Encouragement is encouraged, Flames are healthy and get rid of germs… (wow I missed that line)
NOTE: this is the revised version-the few reviews i got made me want to make it longer : )
FOREVER AND ALWAYS
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass panes of the study windows, mocking the inhabitants of the said study who were currently engaged in a heated argument.
The brevity of situation inside made the birds chirping outside and the butterflies going about their business seem so frivolous and carefree.
"I can play this game as well as you can. In fact, I'll win." She hissed to the man in front of her, narrowing her eyes dangerously.
Rory was wearing a dark blue sun dress with white ruffle edging at the throat, hem and at the edge of her puffed sleeves.
Her eyes were angry and seemed to be shooting sparks at the object of her wrath, her husband, who was looking at her in what seemed to be boredom.
He couldn't do this. Not after she told him that she loved him and how she had been misled by Kalen.
Tristan froze in disbelief. 'Game? She thinks this is a game?' He tried to compose his features into the hard mask he had donned since the incident.
She would not get the better of him again. He wouldn't let her.
Inwardly squaring his shoulders, he put on a face that he was sure would show her the contempt and utter disgust that he now felt for her.
"I'm not playing games with you Rory. Once you sign the divorce papers I've drawn up with my solicitor, we'll be free of each other." He spit out, ignoring the pain in his heart at the word 'divorce'.
"I am not a toy that you can simply pick up and discard without notice. You cannot fix this!"
He would not be affected by the hurt that he saw rise in her eyes now.
She was the one who left him, damn it! Damn her to hell. She could not argue her way out of this one. His mind was set.
She had left him to worry and eventually rot for her disappearance.
He had gone through hell these past few months. He would not allow her to have that kind of power over him again.
He would not forgive her.
Rory took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, gathering her wits about her.
She shifted the hands she placed on Tristan's desk moments before and the image of her brother coldly telling her that he was the one who tried to kill her husband, not the other way around, danced in her brain.
This was not her fault! Kalen had lied to her and deliberately misled her for God knows what reason.
She wanted her husband back. She wanted their marriage to get through this…
But for all her good intentions, the block head in front of her seemed not to care. He was being infuriatingly stubborn and she had to find a way to get through too him!
She understood that he was furious at her and what she had done, but divorce? It was out of the question!!
She would not let him go.
The sense of emptiness threatened to return and before it could engulf her completely, she pulled her thoughts back into the present. This was not the time. She had to convince Tristan that he could not give up on their marriage. How?
"Ha! Only I can kiss you now!" twinkling blue eyes stared into her own so full of confidence.
She opened her eyes and as she looked at his anger-filled countenance, she suddenly remembered, and smiled.
She knew she couldn't reason with him now… but maybe…
"Sweetheart, I'll never sign those papers. As long as we both still breathe, even until we are laid into the ground to rest, and until the day that we are reborn and meet again, I will forever and always remain your wife and your destiny."
Rising to her full height in front of her seated husband, she gave him the sweetest smile she could muster while gathering her skirts, preparing to leave the room.
She was also trying to keep her tears at bay, but that proved to be an easier task than keeping the smile plastered on her face.
Tristan stood frozen as her words washed over him… 'I will forever and always remain your wife and your destiny.'
Why did those words seem so familiar? Where had she gotten them? Where had he heard them before?
She was smiling at him, God, he loved her smile… but it couldn't erase what happened from his mind.
"Nice try, Rory." He sneered, but his wife's smile never faltered even though tears could be seen shining in her eyes.
"Sweetheart, I love you. I always have. I never stopped and when you realize that, you'll come back to me and you'll hold me in your arms and you'll tell me you forgive me for ever doubting you and I'll cry until all my tears are spent. Until then, my darling, keep in mind that I love you. I've come back to you now, and someday soon, I know your heart will be with me again."
There. She had laid all her cards on the table. It was up to him now.
She squared her shoulders and wiped away the tears that had escaped her eyes. She then made her way, head held high, out of the room and into the carriage waiting out front that took her back to Stephanie and Colin's house.
Woohoo! First chappie done! What's up next?
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Ciao mi bella readers! (I'm not Italian. Don't sue me.)