Title: Until We Meet Again
Author: Coffeeaddict4life
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights pertaining to the Gilmore Girls. Nor do I own any rights pertaining to the band Evanescence. I am merely a fan. So if you want to sue me go ahead but your only getting a few cds and about 4 quarters.
Chapter One:
"You don't remember me but I remember you// I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you// but who can decide what they dream// and dream I do"
*Rory sits up in a cold sweat and picks up the phone*
Lorelai: "Hello, this better be important. The oompa loompas were just giving me the key to the new chocolate and coffee factory."
Rory: "Mom, I had another one of those dreams again."
L: "Oh sweetie, which one was it this time? The one where he walked away or the one where he's falling and you can't help him?"
R: "I.I'm not sure. All I remember is a pair of dark blue eyes, his eyes. They looked like his heart was ripping in half."
L: "Well, maybe you should find him. Tell him how you feel and get the guy."
R: "That was two years ago. What if he's moved on? What if he doesn't want me anymore?"
L: "Then you will have to move on but you need to find closure one way or another. Or these dreams will never go away."
R: "Your right mom. I'll think of something."
L: "Of course I'm right. Now go back to bed and let mommy get her beauty sleep."
R: "Okay, night mom. Love you."
L: "Night, Rory."
*End of phone call*
I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face. His eyes held something that looked like a mixture of sadness and rejection. I found myself walking towards the living room closet. I pulled out my Tristan box. A habit I picked up from my mother. I sat down and poured the pictures into my lap. I wanted to look through each one from our start to our demise. I had hundreds; most of them were taken by me. I often chose him as a subject for my photojournalism class. My favorites are the shots I took when he wasn't looking. I caught the real essence of who Tristan was in those pictures. I wonder if he's still like that. I hope he is.
Then, I found it. The picture I always dreaded seeing, it was our favorite. It captured us perfectly, always leaning on one another. Mom had insisted that we needed to go on a road trip the summer after our first year at Yale and she invited Tristan and Luke to go with us. Mom took the picture on one of our long car trips. Tristan and I were asleep in the backseat, my head was resting on his chest, and he had his arm around me and was leaning again the car door to support us both. A lot of the time he was my strength, now two years later I have yet to figure out how I'm surviving without him. I wish I wouldn't have been so stubborn maybe then he wouldn't have left. The problems started a long time before that day but of course I was oblivious to them, as always. We had just finished watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' when my world came crashing down around me.
*Flash back*
Rory: "I can't believe it took that long for her to realize that he was in love with her. I mean he had to come right out and tell her. How naïve can one person be?"
"You'd be surprised" he replied bitterly.
R: "What's that supposed to mean?"
" Nothing. Absolutely nothing, Rory." He said the frustration clearly displayed in his voice as he ran a hand through is already disheveled hair.
R: "No, you started it. Now finish it."
Tristan: "Fine! You are exactly like Holly. You're not stupid but you are to blind to see what's staring you in the face."
R: "What do you mean?"
T: "Oh come off of it, Rory. Why are you the only one who doesn't see it? Jess saw it. Your mom's known for years and so has Stars Hollow. God, even Bag Boy saw it. Why can't you?"
R: "See what, Tristan?"
T: "My god, Rory open your eyes! Look around you! I have been madly in love with you since we were seventeen. And you have yet to notice. Do you see it and just choose to ignore it or what?"
R: " Tristan, I don't know what to say. I had no idea."
T: "Rory, I can't do this anymore. It's just too painful. Either you want me or you don't. It's as simple as that and I need to know."
R: "What are you saying?"
T: "I want a relationship or nothing at all. I'm not strong enough to go on like this. Either we start something new and beautiful or I walk out that door and out of your life. You make the choice."
I stood there stunned for a few seconds trying to wrap my mind around what he said. Then, the anger set in.
R: "So either I start a relationship with you or you'll turn you back and walk away from everything that we have?" He nodded mutely. "This isn't fair, Tristan. You can't force feelings on me that I don't have. You're my best friend, my amigo, the oompa to my loompa, the coffee to my donut but I just don't see you as more than that."
T: "Okay." He nodded. "You've made your decision and I respect that. Have a nice life, Lorelai Leigh; I hope it brings you happiness. Tell everyone goodbye for me." He picked up his stuff and started to walk out of my life.
R: "Tristan, wait! I need you, please don't leave." But he kept walking. When mom came home she found me sobbing on the floor. She knew what happened when she had found the silver ring I had gotten him for his birthday the year before, in its box and laying on the porch.
*End of Flash Back*
That was the last time I saw him. It was a month after he left that I realized I loved him not as a friend but as a man. It was too late though; he was nowhere to be found. On his birthday I decided to get his ring resized. I wear it on my left ring finger and I will until he's with me again. Mom says its like I'm married to a memory, our memory. Maybe I am but all I know is that I'd rather be alone than with someone other than him. So, I remain alone.
Author: Coffeeaddict4life
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights pertaining to the Gilmore Girls. Nor do I own any rights pertaining to the band Evanescence. I am merely a fan. So if you want to sue me go ahead but your only getting a few cds and about 4 quarters.
Chapter One:
"You don't remember me but I remember you// I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you// but who can decide what they dream// and dream I do"
*Rory sits up in a cold sweat and picks up the phone*
Lorelai: "Hello, this better be important. The oompa loompas were just giving me the key to the new chocolate and coffee factory."
Rory: "Mom, I had another one of those dreams again."
L: "Oh sweetie, which one was it this time? The one where he walked away or the one where he's falling and you can't help him?"
R: "I.I'm not sure. All I remember is a pair of dark blue eyes, his eyes. They looked like his heart was ripping in half."
L: "Well, maybe you should find him. Tell him how you feel and get the guy."
R: "That was two years ago. What if he's moved on? What if he doesn't want me anymore?"
L: "Then you will have to move on but you need to find closure one way or another. Or these dreams will never go away."
R: "Your right mom. I'll think of something."
L: "Of course I'm right. Now go back to bed and let mommy get her beauty sleep."
R: "Okay, night mom. Love you."
L: "Night, Rory."
*End of phone call*
I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face. His eyes held something that looked like a mixture of sadness and rejection. I found myself walking towards the living room closet. I pulled out my Tristan box. A habit I picked up from my mother. I sat down and poured the pictures into my lap. I wanted to look through each one from our start to our demise. I had hundreds; most of them were taken by me. I often chose him as a subject for my photojournalism class. My favorites are the shots I took when he wasn't looking. I caught the real essence of who Tristan was in those pictures. I wonder if he's still like that. I hope he is.
Then, I found it. The picture I always dreaded seeing, it was our favorite. It captured us perfectly, always leaning on one another. Mom had insisted that we needed to go on a road trip the summer after our first year at Yale and she invited Tristan and Luke to go with us. Mom took the picture on one of our long car trips. Tristan and I were asleep in the backseat, my head was resting on his chest, and he had his arm around me and was leaning again the car door to support us both. A lot of the time he was my strength, now two years later I have yet to figure out how I'm surviving without him. I wish I wouldn't have been so stubborn maybe then he wouldn't have left. The problems started a long time before that day but of course I was oblivious to them, as always. We had just finished watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' when my world came crashing down around me.
*Flash back*
Rory: "I can't believe it took that long for her to realize that he was in love with her. I mean he had to come right out and tell her. How naïve can one person be?"
"You'd be surprised" he replied bitterly.
R: "What's that supposed to mean?"
" Nothing. Absolutely nothing, Rory." He said the frustration clearly displayed in his voice as he ran a hand through is already disheveled hair.
R: "No, you started it. Now finish it."
Tristan: "Fine! You are exactly like Holly. You're not stupid but you are to blind to see what's staring you in the face."
R: "What do you mean?"
T: "Oh come off of it, Rory. Why are you the only one who doesn't see it? Jess saw it. Your mom's known for years and so has Stars Hollow. God, even Bag Boy saw it. Why can't you?"
R: "See what, Tristan?"
T: "My god, Rory open your eyes! Look around you! I have been madly in love with you since we were seventeen. And you have yet to notice. Do you see it and just choose to ignore it or what?"
R: " Tristan, I don't know what to say. I had no idea."
T: "Rory, I can't do this anymore. It's just too painful. Either you want me or you don't. It's as simple as that and I need to know."
R: "What are you saying?"
T: "I want a relationship or nothing at all. I'm not strong enough to go on like this. Either we start something new and beautiful or I walk out that door and out of your life. You make the choice."
I stood there stunned for a few seconds trying to wrap my mind around what he said. Then, the anger set in.
R: "So either I start a relationship with you or you'll turn you back and walk away from everything that we have?" He nodded mutely. "This isn't fair, Tristan. You can't force feelings on me that I don't have. You're my best friend, my amigo, the oompa to my loompa, the coffee to my donut but I just don't see you as more than that."
T: "Okay." He nodded. "You've made your decision and I respect that. Have a nice life, Lorelai Leigh; I hope it brings you happiness. Tell everyone goodbye for me." He picked up his stuff and started to walk out of my life.
R: "Tristan, wait! I need you, please don't leave." But he kept walking. When mom came home she found me sobbing on the floor. She knew what happened when she had found the silver ring I had gotten him for his birthday the year before, in its box and laying on the porch.
*End of Flash Back*
That was the last time I saw him. It was a month after he left that I realized I loved him not as a friend but as a man. It was too late though; he was nowhere to be found. On his birthday I decided to get his ring resized. I wear it on my left ring finger and I will until he's with me again. Mom says its like I'm married to a memory, our memory. Maybe I am but all I know is that I'd rather be alone than with someone other than him. So, I remain alone.