AN: Thanks for the reviews everyone! I've had a lot of fun writing this. Here's the Trory ending. Enjoy!
Chapter 10
Trory Ending
Tristan looked out at the water as he kicked at the sand. It was his last day here. Instead of leaving rejuvenated and ready to head back to school, he felt like a mess. He hadn't felt like this since he was sixteen and being sent away. Funny how both times in his life he felt this way it was rooted somehow to Rory Gilmore.
He should have known better. The second he saw her in the club he should have turned around and walked away. But no, he didn't do that. Instead, he did the dumbest thing he could possibly imagine. He offered to let her use him. He practically asked her to break his heart. And obliviously as ever, she did.
What was it about Rory Gilmore that always led to him getting hurt? Why couldn't she just be another girl? Why did she get under his skin, making him feel more than anyone ever had before? After all these years, why was it still her?
He shook his head, sinking down to sit on the sand, staring out at the waves. He rested his elbows on his knees and just watched the water. A few drunken guys were stumbling along, beer in their hands and singing. That was supposed to be him this week. James, Dallas, and Tristan were all supposed to be drunk and loving it. Enjoying college life. Living Spring Break, sleeping with random girls. Instead, he got his heart broken.
-GG-
Rory walked along the sand in her bare feet. She held her sandals in her hand, enjoying the feel of sand between her toes. Her flight was leaving later that day, and she would be back home that night. Her mind was a lot clearer. She spent a lot of time walking along the beach the past few days, just trying to figure things out on her own. And in that time, she came to a few realizations.
She loved Logan, she really did. But somewhere along the line, the love she felt for him changed. It was no longer deep, intense, long-lasting relationship type love. It was the love she felt for Dean, and for Jess. It was the love of a past relationship. One that's time was over.
Besides, she didn't think she could ever really forgive him.
He may not have thought he was cheating on her, but that didn't change what he did. Perhaps she could have forgiven him if he had told her himself. But the fact was he let her find out from the girls themselves. It hurt to realize that their relationship was over, but she knew it would hurt even more to stay with him. She couldn't do it.
Tristan, on the other hand, would never hurt her. This much she knew. He did everything possible the past week to help her. And she took advantage of it, hurting him in the process. She knew that no matter what, he would be there for her. She never really gave him a chance in high school. To be honest, she didn't give him a fair chance this week. Maybe it was time to give him a chance, a real, fair, honest chance. Now, she just needed to find him before his flight left.
Rory turned to the right, ready to head to his hotel, when a group of drunken guys singing along together stepped in front of her, not realizing that they caused her to stumble. She couldn't regain her balance, and felt herself begin to fall on the sand, when she landed on something soft. A person.
"I am so sorry!" She exclaimed, getting up and brushing the sand off her clothes.
"Rory?" The person asked, surprised.
Rory looked up, staring into his sapphire blue eyes.
"Tristan." She breathed, a smile flitting across her lips.
"I thought you'd be out celebrating with your boyfriend." He bitterly said, looking back down at the sand in disgust.
"He's not boyfriend." She told him, crouching back down to sit by him.
"Really. Could have fooled me." He replied, not meeting her gaze. Why wouldn't she just go on and leave him alone while she got back with that jerk? At least then he could lick his wounds in peace and move on. Again.
"Well, I can't date him. Not when I care about someone else." She said softly, putting her hand on his face, causing him to meet her eyes.
"Someone else?" Tristan asked carefully, wanting to be sure he was hearing correctly.
She smiled. "Yes, someone else. I've actually known this person for years. He's great; I think you'll like him. Blonde hair, blue eyes, huge ego, big on biblical nicknames, but great sex…"
Tristan smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. "So you like this guy a lot?"
"Yeah, a lot." She whispered, leaning in to capture his lips with her own, in a kiss that left no room for doubt about what she was feeling.
"You're sure? You want me, and not Logan?" Tristan asked, breaking his lips from hers. He didn't want to ask, but he couldn't risk it. He needed to be sure.
Rory looked deep into his eyes before answering him. "I love Logan. I really do."
Tristan felt his heart start to drop, his hopes beginning to crash.
"But," She continued, forcing him to continue looking at her, "I'm not in love with him. I'll probably always care about him. I can't just turn my feelings off or pretend that we were never together. But I don't want him anymore. I don't want to be with him. There's too much hurt there, on both our parts. I can't trust him anymore."
She pressed her lips to his. "I do, however, want to be with you."
Tristan smiled, muttering, "And I want to be with you," before deepening the kiss.
In that moment, any lingering doubts she had fled. She knew she made the right decision. She would always care for Logan in some capacity, but she didn't want to be with him anymore. She wanted a man she could trust and depend on. She wanted someone who would love her, respect her, and treat her right. She needed someone who would fit in both in her grandparent's world and her mother's. Rory knew she found that with Tristan.
They broke apart, smiling. "You know, make-up sex is the best, and I think this officially qualifies as an argument." She murmured, kissing him again.
Tristan smirked, standing up and pulling her with him. "Then what are we waiting for?" He asked, leading her to his hotel room. He finally had his Mary, and he didn't intend to let her go anytime soon.