Title: A Clear Perspective

Author: Faith Elizabeth

Pairing: Trory

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I cry every night because of it. However, I do

occasionally borrow Tristan and use him to do my bidding...don't sue! I promise to return him! :D

Distribution: I would appreciate it if I was asked first. :)

Summary: This is kind of an AU poem that tells Rory's perspective of Tristan's

downward spiral/shipment off to North Carolina. I'm a major Trory, but I have to touch the angsty part of life...

Spoilers: None, really, except for Run Away, Little boy.

A Clear Perspective

Some people just can't handle life.

The vibrant colors and sumptuous

flavors intermingling with a vast array

of textures and a plethora of sounds...

it's too much for them.

These are the people who don't realize

that it's all right if life isn't perfection.

They just hide.

Hermits.

Soulless shells of apathy.

So run away, little boy.

You can't appreciate what I have to give.

Run away and internalize

all of your thoughts and feelings.

Obviously you never understood that

your every whisper did not fall on deaf ears;

that my heart is brimming with you,

so full that at times I believe that

you have encompassed my soul.

Run away and never look back.

I don't want you to see

the tears stream down my cheeks,

freezing to my flesh in this subzero environment

you've deemed fit to leave me in.

Run away, little boy.

Maybe someday you'll become a man.

I'll stupidly cherish my memories of you,

in hopes that you will one day return.

The sun will rise, the rain will fall, and

I will be plagued with thoughts of you.

Run away from the life

you aren't ready to acknowledge.

Run away from the warmth

you tried so hard to procure.

Run away from me,

for apparently I am severely lacking

in what it takes to make you stay.

When you look at me you see nothing,

one of the disadvantages unveiled when

you discovered yourself mirrored in my eyes.

Run away, little boy.

Run away.