"Rory," he called. She spun around in the chair and smiled weakly. Luke
practically ran into the waiting room.
"What happened? Who are you?" He directed the latter question to Mark, but Rory answered it for him.
"Luke, this is Mark-my boyfriend. Mark, meet Luke, the man who supplies coffee to me and my-" She couldn't seem to get the last word out. She had felt rather safe until she tried to talk about her mother. Neither of them knew about what had happened, though she probably gave it away.
"Nice to meet you," Luke tried to change the subject, sensing Rory's discomfort.
"You too. I've heard so much about you. Rory talks about you all the time," Mark replied with a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood as well. Little did they know, both of them were soon going to hear the news. The horrible news that would leave Luke feeling almost as alone as Rory when she had seen her mother lying on the floor, unconscious.
Rory felt Luke sit in the seat next to her. Now she had the support of two of the most important men in her life. She knew that she was allowed to cry, and she wished to hell that she could. She wanted to just pour out her soul to these people. Tell them all that had happened. But she couldn't bring herself to. The tears wouldn't come. She had been trying for a while now, but still not one lonely teardrop had ventured out onto the open. In a way, she was glad. In not showing her emotion, she could keep others from interrogating her. Being indifferent did have its advantages. No one had to know what she was thinking. She could hide, deep inside herself, where no one would bother her. Like a refuge from the terrible world called reality.
"What happened? Who are you?" He directed the latter question to Mark, but Rory answered it for him.
"Luke, this is Mark-my boyfriend. Mark, meet Luke, the man who supplies coffee to me and my-" She couldn't seem to get the last word out. She had felt rather safe until she tried to talk about her mother. Neither of them knew about what had happened, though she probably gave it away.
"Nice to meet you," Luke tried to change the subject, sensing Rory's discomfort.
"You too. I've heard so much about you. Rory talks about you all the time," Mark replied with a small chuckle trying to lighten the mood as well. Little did they know, both of them were soon going to hear the news. The horrible news that would leave Luke feeling almost as alone as Rory when she had seen her mother lying on the floor, unconscious.
Rory felt Luke sit in the seat next to her. Now she had the support of two of the most important men in her life. She knew that she was allowed to cry, and she wished to hell that she could. She wanted to just pour out her soul to these people. Tell them all that had happened. But she couldn't bring herself to. The tears wouldn't come. She had been trying for a while now, but still not one lonely teardrop had ventured out onto the open. In a way, she was glad. In not showing her emotion, she could keep others from interrogating her. Being indifferent did have its advantages. No one had to know what she was thinking. She could hide, deep inside herself, where no one would bother her. Like a refuge from the terrible world called reality.