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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews for Chapter 1. I wasn't expecting that many at all. Sorry about the delay on getting this out also, I feel so awful. But life's been so hectic lately. I have now got a blog so if you want to see the progress on any of my stories check it out. Thanks for reading!

Which to Bury, Us or the Hatchet?

Sequel to Lost In You

Chapter 2: I So Hate Consequences

Tristan dropped his keys on the bed and flopped down effortlessly. The visit to Rory's had been less than rewarding. She had announced that she was now engaged to Logan, and the conversation never recovered. Tristan had left embarrassed by his impromptu visit and sudden onset of verbal diarrhea where he had announced how much he had hated what he had done. It had left Rory with one thing to do; and that was ending all hopes of the 13 month reunion he had envisioned whilst overseas.

Tristan placed his hands behind his head and stared up at the bleak ceiling. Maybe staying in Spain hadn't been such a bad thing. But then again, running away never made things better. As much as he hated to admit it, it was the worse thing he had ever done. Well, that and writing a letter instead of actually saying goodbye to Rory.

Rory was seated on the couch staring mindlessly at the television screen when Logan walked in the door.

"Hey hun." He greeted her, kissing her cheek as he slid down next to her on the couch.

"Hey." She answered, clearly in another world.

"What's up?" Logan wondered, looking at his fiancée beside him.

"Just a little bit of a headache. I might go lie down for a bit, do you mind?" She stood up whilst looking down at him, feeling the guilt sinking in at the prospect of lying to him.

"That's fine." He smiled sympathetically.

Rory made her way up the staircase and into the allocated spare room. She opened the wardrobe door, scurried through a million pairs of discarded shoes, and found the box she was looking for. She looked down at the box and grimaced. She knew the contents; the scrapbook, a small sheet of paper with a cell number, and an unopened envelope.

The scrapbook of course being her present to Tristan that was never delivered, the sheet of paper containing his cell number which was a vague attempt to erase him from her life. When she decided to delete his number from her cell after a week of no communication had passed, she wrote the number on the piece of paper and slipped in the box, constantly telling herself there would be a valid reason as to why she kept it. And finally, the envelope; the unopened envelope. The envelope that had plagued her during every commercial for overseas holidays on television; again reminding her that he had left with only a letter.

Rory leaned back and looked down the hall, all clear. She stared down at the envelope and carefully tore away the seal.

She looked down at the scrawled handwriting and began to read.

Ror,

This is an awful way to end this; it's an awful way to do anything. But I came by your place, and I was too… I don't know what but I didn't come in. So this is my vague attempt to make up for it.

I don't know where I'm going but I need to get out of here. If there was ever an us, it's messed up. I don't know what I can do to make it work, and I don't think you know what to do either.

I've heard the saying if love is meant to be it will come back to you, I hope that's true. But if it isn't and you don't come back to me, I really will try my hardest to be happy for you and whoever that lucky man is. You deserve the best Ror, and I hope you find it.

I just know that I can't deal with what's going on in my head or heart right now and I'm sorry I had to leave like this, I hope you understand.

Love, Tristan

Rory stared down at the paper as a single tear stained the edge. All she could think was that if she had read this 13 months ago, she didn't think she would be in the room with Logan down the stairs.

A/N: This was extremely short I know and I'm sorry but I just wanted to hurry and get this out. Also to all who have asked the title for this story is from a Relient K song, this chapter is also from a Relient K song, Chapter 1's title was from a band called Sugarcult. Read and review please!