**Roses are Red, Violets are Blue**
(This story is going
to have multiple chapters and is going to be in the form of Rory's and
Tristan's thoughts with dialogue mixed in. I hope you like it! Melissa)
Rory's thoughts:
Valentines
day is coming soon. One more day. We used to be so happy. Dean and I were so in
love. We had been together for almost three years before it happened. I never
understood why. He had been driving to my graduation ceremony from Chilton,
when he swerved to miss something in the road. Later we found out that he had
stopped to get me roses and violet, my favorite flowers, and was in a hurry to
get there. The petals had scattered all over and the officer told me he had
suffered no pain.
My life
ended that day. Inside I went so cold, the doctor said it was from shock.
Graduation meant nothing anymore. Nor did the acceptance letter from Harvard.
My friends offered comfort and love but I turned away. I was at the mall,
trying to revisit my life that I had lost when he approached me. I never knew
how he found out, I never asked. It didn't matter. He was so sweet and loving,
that for a moment I could see Dean in him. I cried and he listened to me cry
out my anger towards the world and Dean for leaving me. Tristan has been there
for me ever since, he's part of the family now. He's helping me regain my life,
by first making me accept my scholarship to Harvard on the promise that he
would go there also.
I took a
chance today. I don't know what compelled me to do it, but I decided that in order
to heal I had to let go of the past. I decided to visit the place where we were
last happy, the accident site, and his grave. The first was the easiest. The
junkyard. We had been there the night before graduation and he had given me my
gift, a charm bracelet with a gold coffee bean and a cap on it. He was almost
done with my car. Sure my mom had finally let my grandmother buy me a car but
this one was special, it had history.
Driving to
where it all ended, I felt tears well up in my eyes and I almost turned around.
But I didn't. I stopped the car and sat looking at the tree he hit. It looked
fine, as if nothing horrible had ever happened here. I wanted to scream that
something had, but I couldn't. Taking a deep breath I opened the door and got
out. The cold air hit my lungs as I took another deep breathe. Nearing the tree
I noticed something, compelled to see what it was I went over to the bright
blue staring up at me from the brown grass. Picking it up I noticed it was a
jewelry case and when I opened the box the small hinges creaked lightly in
protest. I saw the tiny sheet of paper flutter to the ground but my eyes were
riveted at the earrings in side the box. Set in gold, the darkest blue of
sapphires sparkled in the early morning light. Bending down to retrieve the
paper, I opened it and read the small handwriting. Sliding to the ground fresh tears fell down my face as I thought
of what I had just read. ' I love you Rory Gilmore, always and forever. Happy
graduation, you deserve it. Good luck at Harvard. Love Dean.' To me it was a
sign form Dean, to me to get on with my life. Amazed it hadn't been found
before, I wiped at one last solitary tear on my cheek before struggling up from
the ground. Looking at the tree I whispered ' I love you' before turning to the
car.
As I looked
at hi headstone, I could smell the fragrance of the flowers I held in my arms.
Roses and violets. I traced his name as I leaned the bouquet against the stone.
" Roses are red, Violets are blue, I will always love you Dean." I whispered
what we used to say to each other. Suddenly I froze and listened carefully to
the sounds around me as I heard a soft whisper, ' I love you'. Shocked I turned
in a circle, looking for the person who said it. Finding no one I leaned down
and kissed the cold marble, before heading back to my car.
I ended a
painful chapter of my life that day. It still hurts and sure there are going to
be good days and bad days, but my family and friends are there to help me
through it all. Slowly and surely I am moving on with my life. Something is
changing, but I don't know what it is. Dean let me go today and the earring
prove that. But am I willing to let him go?
