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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter of Lost In You they were really appreciated. I really hope you all enjoy this chapter. Read and review!
Which to Bury, Us or the Hatchet?
Sequel to Lost In You
Chapter 1: Destination Anywhere
Tristan walked into a small restaurant and walked up to the front desk where he was waiting behind an affectionate couple. He tried to ignore the wrenching feeling he felt in his stomach as he observed them happily holding hands and kissing. The hostess smiled at him politely.
"Quisiera una mesa para una persona." Tristan said politely. His high school Spanish was finally becoming useful.
The hostess smiled again and grabbed a menu from behind the desk and made her way over to a vacant table. Once Tristan was seated he began scouring the menu. When he was ready to order, he noticed the young hostess rushing past him. He stopped her and politely asked, "Disculpeme, puedo pedir por favour?"
Tristan ordered a soup and a soft drink. He quickly rushed through his meal as the sight of the sickening couple beside him was turning him off eating. He quickly arose from his seat and made his way to the front desk again.
"¿Podria treerme la cuenta por favour?" He asked the same girl who had been serving him all night. She nodded and handed him his bill.
Tristan walked out of the restaurant and made his way back to his apartment. As he walked through the double glass doors, the concierge smiled at him just before he entered the elevator.
It had been 13 months since he left Hartford; and for the whole 13 months since he arrived in Spain, he had wanted to fly straight back home and tell her running away wasn't going to solve anything. He had left with her present in his luggage, and to this day it was still placed on his bed side drawer. He wanted to give it to her and show that he still cared, but he had left in a cowardly way and he was sure that nothing was going to make it up to her now.
Tristan had awoke after a particularly vivid dream about Rory at midnight and realized that he must go home. That was what had brought him to this seat on the flight back home to Hartford, and the girl and family he had left behind 13 months before.
It was 10 am when Tristan arrived at the door to his home. He got out of the limo as the driver grabbed his suitcases from the back. Tristan knew what he had to do; when the driver had passed him his bags, he thanked him and made his way inside. Tristan cleared the stairs at a stride or two, and caused the mirror in the front entrance to shake with the bang of the front-door behind him.
Once Tristan had showered and shaved he got into his BMW and made his way over to Rory's house. He knew deep down that this was going to be harder than he had daydreamed about for the last 13 months. Once he was in the driveway of her home, he sighed slowly; this was it. He slowly retreated from the car and made his way up the porch steps.
Just as Tristan was going to knock, the door swung upon and he was greeted with Rory's face. He'd noticed the changes in her immediately. She had cut her hair, he wasn't sure if he liked it yet, but 13 months sure had changed the once innocent looking girl. She looked more mature, educated, and much too good for Tristan now.
"Hey." He greeted her quietly.
Rory continued to look up at him with wide eyes.
"Hi." She replied slowly, placing her hand on the door frame looking as though she would fall back if she did not gain some support.
"I'm sorry I left like that." Tristan said cautiously.
"I didn't think you were coming back." She answered.
"Neither did I." He replied. "I need to just tell you that it was cowardly and stupid to leave the way I did just after Christmas. The way we left everything wasn't right."
"I came to see you that day." She interjected.
Tristan thought back to the night he left.
He drove into the driveway of Rory's home and killed the engine. He looked up at the house before him and then at the time. Lorelai would kill him if he knocked on the door now. Then again, Rory would kill him if he left without saying goodbye. Tristan opened the door and got out of the car, then stopped and leant up against the car door. He glanced down at the jewelry box in his hand and sighed, he couldn't do it. He got back into the car and started the engine again, and reversed slowly out of the driveway and traveled down the street. That was his last chance, and he had been too chicken shit to knock on the door. Logan, she's all yours, Spain here I come.
"I thought about you the whole time I was gone Rory, all I wanted to do was come and tell you how much you meant to me, what everything meant to me. But all I could keep thinking was, what happened to us? I didn't want it to turn that way, I couldn't control it and I freaked out." He took a breath and looked down into her eyes.
"Tristan, I'm engaged to Logan." She interrupted as she looked back into his eyes.
Tristan stood still, frozen in shock. Not saying goodbye was something he would now regret forever.
A/N: Hope you all like this, short I know but I want to know what you all think. I hope my Spanish is alright in this chapter, I apologize if it contains mistakes I used phrases from my European Phrasebook to help me through it. Reviews will help the next chapter arrive faster. Thanks for reading.