MASKS
Part Three
Rory shivered at the sensation of his smooth skin brushing against hers as he leaned down to whisper something in her ear. "Truth is, I think you're quite hot yourself."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. Rory couldn't breath. Was this guy for real? Rory's eyes felt heavy, but she didn't want to close her eyes. She did that before when he was about to kiss her, and she had made a fool of herself then. The pleasure of being in his arms were slowly taking over her senses. She simply couldn't think rationally anymore.
She took several deep breaths, feeling so protected in his arms. She could feel his warm breath mingling with her hair, blowing it slightly from where it fell on her shoulders. Rory sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, she couldn't think of anything but them.
Rory could hear the music from inside the ballroom. She couldn't hear the words, but the slow tune created a romantic atmosphere. He hadn't moved to kiss her yet, and Rory wasn't sure that he would, but she suddenly found herself wishing for it to happen.
His hand slowly crept up her back, pulling her tighter against him. He slowly lifted his head from her shoulder, and kissed her forehead, his mask scraping lightly against her soft skin. She felt a burning sensation as his lips touched her skin. She restrained herself from grabbing his head and kissing him herself.
Rory slid her arms around her neck, lifting her head from his shoulder and stared into his blue eyes, her fingers lightly tapping the back of his neck. Her breath caught as he traced the exposed skin on her back with his finger. She felt herself grow dizzy, and she laid her head back onto his shoulder. She felt his strong body against hers, and she felt as if she could spend the rest of her life with this person. She could feel his rapidly beating heart, and she smiled, maybe he felt the same way about her.
Rory lifted her head from his shoulder again and stared at his lips. She wanted his to brush against hers so badly. She wetted her dry lips with her tongue. She was confused. What if he didn't want her as much as she wanted him? This was a masked ball after all.
Rory felt her breath catch once more as she felt him place a kiss on her neck. He placed a trail of dry kisses up her neck, then on her chin. He continued to kiss every part of her face except her lips.
He pulled back again, his smothering blue eyes meeting hers. Rory suddenly felt bold, and she leaned over to place her own set of kisses on his neck. She parted her lips and let her tongue trail over his skin. She smiled in satisfaction when a soft moan escaped his lips.
He lifted her chin with his finger, and slowly moved, brushing his lips lightly with hers. This was driving her crazy, Rory wanted him to deepen the kiss, she didn't want to go through this torture. As he brushed his lips against hers, his thumb was gently stroking her flushed skin.
Rory couldn't take it any longer, and she pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss was hard, passionate and sweet at the same time. She had never experienced a kiss like this in her life before. People always said that you could tell who you were supposed to be for the rest of your life with just once kiss.
She had never believed it.
Until now.
Rory could feel him pull slowly away, his breath laboured and heavy. She didn't want it to stop, but by now, she couldn't breathe anyway.
"Wow," she whispered.
"Wow," he agreed softly. Their faces were only inches apart, and Rory found herself getting lost in his eyes.
"You know the feeling when you get off a roller coaster? I'm seriously all tingly right now," he whispered softly.
After a moment, Rory replied, "Tickets please."
A devilish grin appeared on his face, and he leaned over for another breathtaking kiss. Rory shivered as a spark of pleasure coursed through her. She leaned into his kiss, kissing back for all she was worth. His thumb slowly caressed her bare skin, making her shiver once more. He had amazing hands. Rory closed her eyes as he parted her lips with his tongue. Suddenly, the chimes of midnight sounded, ruining the atmosphere.
He abruptly pulled away in shock. After a long moment, he whispered, "That's the cue."
"For revealing our true selves," Rory whispered. She felt apprehensive, yet excited at the same time. She was going to see the face of the person she had fallen in love with.
"Who'll go first?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Let's do it together," she said encouragingly, giving him a nervous smile.
"At the count of three?" he asked.
"Yes," Rory answered. She touched her mask, ready to take it off. The sparkles felt rough to her touch, and she ached to let go.
"One," he said slowly, doing the same with his mask.
"Two," she whispered.
"Three."
***
Tristan tore off his mask, and dropped it onto the ground in a mangled mess. It was an expensive mask, but at the moment, Tristan didn't even care. All he cared about was the fact that he was going to see the women he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It was a rather rash decision, considering that it was based on a kiss. But Tristan knew that a kiss was all you needed.
It took his a moment to focus his eyes at the girl standing in front of her. She was as beautiful as he thought she would be. Her blue eyes were fringed with dark lashes that swept her smooth, rosey cheeks. Her rose blossomed lips were curved into a shy smile, yet there was a confused look in her eyes. She looked so familiar, as if he had seen her before.
"Rory?" Tristan asked in shock.
"Tristan?" she squeaked. The smile had vanished from her lips. Her gaze was full of humiliation and anger.
They both gaped at each other in shock. Tristan's mind whirled with emotion as he realized that the girl he had felt the spark with earlier, had been the same one he had loved so long ago.
"How could you do this to me?" she demanded. Her voice penetrated through his thoughts and brought him back.
"Excuse me?" he choked out.
"How could you just disguise yourself and pretend to be someone else?" she screeched, her voice was full of anger and rage.
Tristan scoffed, a mocking tone taking over his voice that was so loving moments ago, "Get over yourself!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked accusingly.
"Like I went through all that trouble just for you to kiss me," Tristan said, rolling his eyes, "Really realistic, Rory."
Rory looked lost for a moment, but she quickly recovered, "Maybe not. I guess this trip was just your plan to seduce an innocent girl, and then just leave her heads over heels, huh?"
When Tristan didn't answer, she smiled bitterly, "I thought so. I guess I'm the one with the bad luck around here. I thought that you were really talking from the heart."
"I was," he muttered. "Every single thing."
"You're just so melodramatic," she scoffed, "Hitting?"
"Slapping," Tristan said, wishing that he had never told her anything.
Rory just rolled her eyes, "Like I said, melodramatic. I should have known."
"I was being melodramatic?" Tristan asked in disbelief, "I was just telling the truth! Thanks for being so sympathetic."
"Well, if you were supposed to be in the top three of the class, let's say you didn't try hard to prevent the slapping," Rory said.
Tristan glared at her, "If you recall, I was always either third or fourth."
"And that's my fault?"
"Yes," Tristan said, his blue eyes glowering at her.
Rory glared at him, "How was it my fault?"
"If you hadn't come to Chilton, you wouldn't have messed up my life," Tristan said. He wasn't even referring to his father's dictating demands, he was talking about the way she had left him so lost and confused about his feelings towards her.
Rory looked like hurt at his accusation, but she recovered quickly, "Was it my fault that I was smarter then you?"
Tristan didn't try to deny it, but he did say, "Good luck."
"How dare you talk about good luck?" Rory asked in disbelief, "You, a Dugrey. A prominent family with money flowing in like water."
"And you are a Gilmore, yet another wealthy family in Hartford," Tristan said pointedly.
"I don't have a Mercedes or whatever you have. I don't drive a car with a customized licensed plate which probably has 'rich ass' on it. I drive a Honda, with regular plates. What does that say about my financial resources?"
"It says that you're too proud to ask your grandparents for money. Anyway, I don't drive a Mercedes, I drive a black BMW. Oh yes, and my licence plate says 'Dugrey' not 'rich ass'."
"Whatever," Rory scoffed, "Both are high class cars."
"Your Honda also tells me that you came to Harvard on a scholarship. Which, might I add, came from your good luck."
Rory looked outraged, "Good luck?" she screeched in disbelief, "My scholarship came from hard work and commitment!"
"And the fact that Max Medina was heads over heels in love with your mother," Tristan said. He knew it was a low blow, but he was confused. He was tired of Rory Gilmore. He was tired of her hold over him. He wanted to be free. He had thought that he was finally over her tonight, but he was wrong once again.
"My grades had nothing to do with the fact that my mother dated Mr. Medina for a long time," she said, her voice trembling.
"Maybe not, then it must have been the good luck."
"You think my life was full of good luck?" Rory challenged angrily, "Think again. I was born out of wedlock, my father was never around either. We're tie on that one. Let's see, I didn't grow up with money handed to me like candy. I had to go to my grandparents for charity, just to go to Chilton. My dad's grandparents hated me for ruining my father's future. Is there anything else?"
"You didn't have a neglective mother," Tristan provided.
"The only bright light in my otherwise dark life," she said.
Tristan couldn't handle it anymore, "You call that bad luck?"
"Yes I do!"
Tristan stepped forward, his eyes blue eyes flashing, "You know what I call bad luck? When you meet this girl, who knocks your socks off in the midst of your active dating life. Suddenly, you're so confused because you have never felt this way about anyone before."
"You broke the Golden Rule," Rory said, her voice tinged with sarcasm.
Tristan was confused. "Golden rule?"
"Don't you ever watch movies?" Rory asked, losing the hard look in her eyes momentarily.
Tristan shrugged, "Yeah."
"Don't you ever get anything from them?" Rory asked impatiently, "The Golden Rule. The rule which states that school players mustn't fall in love."
Tristan felt his face grow hot, and he glared at her angrily, "I was NOT a player. I mean, okay, I dated a lot, but I did not cheat on girls while I was dating them."
Rory laughed sarcastically, "You weren't a player? Yeah right. You had a new conquest every single week!"
"They were not conquests!" he defended himself.
"What were they?"
"Girlfriends," he stated.
"Girlfriends?" Rory asked in disbelief, "A girlfriend is someone you date more then a week."
"I dated my girlfriends more then one week."
Rory shook her head in disgust, "Okay then, what was your longest relationship?"
Tristan didn't want to answer that. He knew that she would shoot him down with yet another sarcastic comment. He was tired of this. He just wanted to turn away, walk out the door, and forget this night happened. He knew that Rory Gilmore would never fall in love with him. Rory Gilmore would always think of him as the jerk who bugged her at Chilton. He wanted to leave. He couldn't stand it here on the balcony any longer. If Rory Gilmore didn't want him here, he didn't want to be here. It hurt too much to look at her. Trying to get away as fast as possible, he said with a dull tone, "I don't know."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Too many girlfriends to know. Anyway, continue on with your "tragic" story."
Tristan didn't really want to answer, he didn't want to stick around anymore, but he wanted Rory to know how much he had liked her, and she deserved to feel bad about something. Tristan took a step towards her once more, "You really want me to tell you my tragic story? The event that just messed up my whole life?"
"Yeah! Tell me your sad story. Tell me your event of bad luck. Tell me what event messed up your whole life."
Tristan glared at her, and whispered venomously, "I fell in love."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Okay, falling in love is a good thing."
"It is better to have loved and lost, then to never loved at all" Tristan quoted, then he frowned, "My ass."
"You've never been in love then," Rory said, "being in love is wonderful. You feel as if the world falls away and changes just for you to be happy."
Tristan wrinkled his eyebrow, "Look, you may be smart, but love is not always pleasant. Love hurts. Especially if the person you loved did not love you back."
"That must have hurt your ego," she said. Rory still seemed clueless that the person he was talking about was her. She was just as clueless as she was a couple of years back.
Tristan shook his head in disgust, "It wasn't about my ego. It wasn't about losing my reputation. It was about her loving me back, because I loved her so much."
"Yeah, I'm sure it was," Rory said, rather sarcastically, "I bet it was all a game to you."
Tristan stared at her, his eyes vacant as he remembered, "It started out as a game...but at the end it wasn't. I had fallen for her. Hard. But she didn't want me. She had a boyfriend, and she was in love with him. I was always the big mistake. This was a girl who was almost perfect. She was pretty, in an innocent way. She was smart, she was modest, and she never knew how pretty she really was. I never really got over her. I was always waiting...waiting to fall in love again so I could forget her."
Rory was silent. Finally, she said, "She must have been pretty amazing for a guy like Tristan Dugrey to fall in love with her. I still don't see why it was such bad luck. Everyone goes through love problems."
Tristan stared at her, amazed by her ignorance. "Don't you get it Rory? The bad luck was falling in love with you. The bad luck was falling in love with a girl tonight, a girl who I thought would help me forget you. Ironic isn't it? The girl I thought would help me forget turned out to be you. I'm destined to love you forever, and you're destined to never love me back."
Tristan could tell that Rory was at lost for words. He shook his head and chuckled bitterly, "I'll leave you alone now. If you don't stop me, I'll walk out of your life."
He turned on his heel and walked towards the door. His hand touched the cool metal of the doorknob. He paused, needing for her to stop him. When the response didn't come, he turned the doorknob and opened the door.
"Wait..." Rory whispered.
Tristan felt relieved, like a burden had been lifted up from his shoulders. Tristan turned around to look at her beautiful face. He waited for her to say something, but she didn't. She looked lost and confused. Tristan just shook his head, "You almost did it, Rory. I should have known that you would never love me."
Tristan's heart felt empty. He could feels tears threatening to slip down his cheeks. He was tired of this. He was tired of being in love with Rory Gilmore. He closed his eyes, opened the door, and with one step, he walked out of her life.
To Be Continued...
Part Three
Rory shivered at the sensation of his smooth skin brushing against hers as he leaned down to whisper something in her ear. "Truth is, I think you're quite hot yourself."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. Rory couldn't breath. Was this guy for real? Rory's eyes felt heavy, but she didn't want to close her eyes. She did that before when he was about to kiss her, and she had made a fool of herself then. The pleasure of being in his arms were slowly taking over her senses. She simply couldn't think rationally anymore.
She took several deep breaths, feeling so protected in his arms. She could feel his warm breath mingling with her hair, blowing it slightly from where it fell on her shoulders. Rory sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, she couldn't think of anything but them.
Rory could hear the music from inside the ballroom. She couldn't hear the words, but the slow tune created a romantic atmosphere. He hadn't moved to kiss her yet, and Rory wasn't sure that he would, but she suddenly found herself wishing for it to happen.
His hand slowly crept up her back, pulling her tighter against him. He slowly lifted his head from her shoulder, and kissed her forehead, his mask scraping lightly against her soft skin. She felt a burning sensation as his lips touched her skin. She restrained herself from grabbing his head and kissing him herself.
Rory slid her arms around her neck, lifting her head from his shoulder and stared into his blue eyes, her fingers lightly tapping the back of his neck. Her breath caught as he traced the exposed skin on her back with his finger. She felt herself grow dizzy, and she laid her head back onto his shoulder. She felt his strong body against hers, and she felt as if she could spend the rest of her life with this person. She could feel his rapidly beating heart, and she smiled, maybe he felt the same way about her.
Rory lifted her head from his shoulder again and stared at his lips. She wanted his to brush against hers so badly. She wetted her dry lips with her tongue. She was confused. What if he didn't want her as much as she wanted him? This was a masked ball after all.
Rory felt her breath catch once more as she felt him place a kiss on her neck. He placed a trail of dry kisses up her neck, then on her chin. He continued to kiss every part of her face except her lips.
He pulled back again, his smothering blue eyes meeting hers. Rory suddenly felt bold, and she leaned over to place her own set of kisses on his neck. She parted her lips and let her tongue trail over his skin. She smiled in satisfaction when a soft moan escaped his lips.
He lifted her chin with his finger, and slowly moved, brushing his lips lightly with hers. This was driving her crazy, Rory wanted him to deepen the kiss, she didn't want to go through this torture. As he brushed his lips against hers, his thumb was gently stroking her flushed skin.
Rory couldn't take it any longer, and she pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss was hard, passionate and sweet at the same time. She had never experienced a kiss like this in her life before. People always said that you could tell who you were supposed to be for the rest of your life with just once kiss.
She had never believed it.
Until now.
Rory could feel him pull slowly away, his breath laboured and heavy. She didn't want it to stop, but by now, she couldn't breathe anyway.
"Wow," she whispered.
"Wow," he agreed softly. Their faces were only inches apart, and Rory found herself getting lost in his eyes.
"You know the feeling when you get off a roller coaster? I'm seriously all tingly right now," he whispered softly.
After a moment, Rory replied, "Tickets please."
A devilish grin appeared on his face, and he leaned over for another breathtaking kiss. Rory shivered as a spark of pleasure coursed through her. She leaned into his kiss, kissing back for all she was worth. His thumb slowly caressed her bare skin, making her shiver once more. He had amazing hands. Rory closed her eyes as he parted her lips with his tongue. Suddenly, the chimes of midnight sounded, ruining the atmosphere.
He abruptly pulled away in shock. After a long moment, he whispered, "That's the cue."
"For revealing our true selves," Rory whispered. She felt apprehensive, yet excited at the same time. She was going to see the face of the person she had fallen in love with.
"Who'll go first?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Let's do it together," she said encouragingly, giving him a nervous smile.
"At the count of three?" he asked.
"Yes," Rory answered. She touched her mask, ready to take it off. The sparkles felt rough to her touch, and she ached to let go.
"One," he said slowly, doing the same with his mask.
"Two," she whispered.
"Three."
***
Tristan tore off his mask, and dropped it onto the ground in a mangled mess. It was an expensive mask, but at the moment, Tristan didn't even care. All he cared about was the fact that he was going to see the women he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It was a rather rash decision, considering that it was based on a kiss. But Tristan knew that a kiss was all you needed.
It took his a moment to focus his eyes at the girl standing in front of her. She was as beautiful as he thought she would be. Her blue eyes were fringed with dark lashes that swept her smooth, rosey cheeks. Her rose blossomed lips were curved into a shy smile, yet there was a confused look in her eyes. She looked so familiar, as if he had seen her before.
"Rory?" Tristan asked in shock.
"Tristan?" she squeaked. The smile had vanished from her lips. Her gaze was full of humiliation and anger.
They both gaped at each other in shock. Tristan's mind whirled with emotion as he realized that the girl he had felt the spark with earlier, had been the same one he had loved so long ago.
"How could you do this to me?" she demanded. Her voice penetrated through his thoughts and brought him back.
"Excuse me?" he choked out.
"How could you just disguise yourself and pretend to be someone else?" she screeched, her voice was full of anger and rage.
Tristan scoffed, a mocking tone taking over his voice that was so loving moments ago, "Get over yourself!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked accusingly.
"Like I went through all that trouble just for you to kiss me," Tristan said, rolling his eyes, "Really realistic, Rory."
Rory looked lost for a moment, but she quickly recovered, "Maybe not. I guess this trip was just your plan to seduce an innocent girl, and then just leave her heads over heels, huh?"
When Tristan didn't answer, she smiled bitterly, "I thought so. I guess I'm the one with the bad luck around here. I thought that you were really talking from the heart."
"I was," he muttered. "Every single thing."
"You're just so melodramatic," she scoffed, "Hitting?"
"Slapping," Tristan said, wishing that he had never told her anything.
Rory just rolled her eyes, "Like I said, melodramatic. I should have known."
"I was being melodramatic?" Tristan asked in disbelief, "I was just telling the truth! Thanks for being so sympathetic."
"Well, if you were supposed to be in the top three of the class, let's say you didn't try hard to prevent the slapping," Rory said.
Tristan glared at her, "If you recall, I was always either third or fourth."
"And that's my fault?"
"Yes," Tristan said, his blue eyes glowering at her.
Rory glared at him, "How was it my fault?"
"If you hadn't come to Chilton, you wouldn't have messed up my life," Tristan said. He wasn't even referring to his father's dictating demands, he was talking about the way she had left him so lost and confused about his feelings towards her.
Rory looked like hurt at his accusation, but she recovered quickly, "Was it my fault that I was smarter then you?"
Tristan didn't try to deny it, but he did say, "Good luck."
"How dare you talk about good luck?" Rory asked in disbelief, "You, a Dugrey. A prominent family with money flowing in like water."
"And you are a Gilmore, yet another wealthy family in Hartford," Tristan said pointedly.
"I don't have a Mercedes or whatever you have. I don't drive a car with a customized licensed plate which probably has 'rich ass' on it. I drive a Honda, with regular plates. What does that say about my financial resources?"
"It says that you're too proud to ask your grandparents for money. Anyway, I don't drive a Mercedes, I drive a black BMW. Oh yes, and my licence plate says 'Dugrey' not 'rich ass'."
"Whatever," Rory scoffed, "Both are high class cars."
"Your Honda also tells me that you came to Harvard on a scholarship. Which, might I add, came from your good luck."
Rory looked outraged, "Good luck?" she screeched in disbelief, "My scholarship came from hard work and commitment!"
"And the fact that Max Medina was heads over heels in love with your mother," Tristan said. He knew it was a low blow, but he was confused. He was tired of Rory Gilmore. He was tired of her hold over him. He wanted to be free. He had thought that he was finally over her tonight, but he was wrong once again.
"My grades had nothing to do with the fact that my mother dated Mr. Medina for a long time," she said, her voice trembling.
"Maybe not, then it must have been the good luck."
"You think my life was full of good luck?" Rory challenged angrily, "Think again. I was born out of wedlock, my father was never around either. We're tie on that one. Let's see, I didn't grow up with money handed to me like candy. I had to go to my grandparents for charity, just to go to Chilton. My dad's grandparents hated me for ruining my father's future. Is there anything else?"
"You didn't have a neglective mother," Tristan provided.
"The only bright light in my otherwise dark life," she said.
Tristan couldn't handle it anymore, "You call that bad luck?"
"Yes I do!"
Tristan stepped forward, his eyes blue eyes flashing, "You know what I call bad luck? When you meet this girl, who knocks your socks off in the midst of your active dating life. Suddenly, you're so confused because you have never felt this way about anyone before."
"You broke the Golden Rule," Rory said, her voice tinged with sarcasm.
Tristan was confused. "Golden rule?"
"Don't you ever watch movies?" Rory asked, losing the hard look in her eyes momentarily.
Tristan shrugged, "Yeah."
"Don't you ever get anything from them?" Rory asked impatiently, "The Golden Rule. The rule which states that school players mustn't fall in love."
Tristan felt his face grow hot, and he glared at her angrily, "I was NOT a player. I mean, okay, I dated a lot, but I did not cheat on girls while I was dating them."
Rory laughed sarcastically, "You weren't a player? Yeah right. You had a new conquest every single week!"
"They were not conquests!" he defended himself.
"What were they?"
"Girlfriends," he stated.
"Girlfriends?" Rory asked in disbelief, "A girlfriend is someone you date more then a week."
"I dated my girlfriends more then one week."
Rory shook her head in disgust, "Okay then, what was your longest relationship?"
Tristan didn't want to answer that. He knew that she would shoot him down with yet another sarcastic comment. He was tired of this. He just wanted to turn away, walk out the door, and forget this night happened. He knew that Rory Gilmore would never fall in love with him. Rory Gilmore would always think of him as the jerk who bugged her at Chilton. He wanted to leave. He couldn't stand it here on the balcony any longer. If Rory Gilmore didn't want him here, he didn't want to be here. It hurt too much to look at her. Trying to get away as fast as possible, he said with a dull tone, "I don't know."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Too many girlfriends to know. Anyway, continue on with your "tragic" story."
Tristan didn't really want to answer, he didn't want to stick around anymore, but he wanted Rory to know how much he had liked her, and she deserved to feel bad about something. Tristan took a step towards her once more, "You really want me to tell you my tragic story? The event that just messed up my whole life?"
"Yeah! Tell me your sad story. Tell me your event of bad luck. Tell me what event messed up your whole life."
Tristan glared at her, and whispered venomously, "I fell in love."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Okay, falling in love is a good thing."
"It is better to have loved and lost, then to never loved at all" Tristan quoted, then he frowned, "My ass."
"You've never been in love then," Rory said, "being in love is wonderful. You feel as if the world falls away and changes just for you to be happy."
Tristan wrinkled his eyebrow, "Look, you may be smart, but love is not always pleasant. Love hurts. Especially if the person you loved did not love you back."
"That must have hurt your ego," she said. Rory still seemed clueless that the person he was talking about was her. She was just as clueless as she was a couple of years back.
Tristan shook his head in disgust, "It wasn't about my ego. It wasn't about losing my reputation. It was about her loving me back, because I loved her so much."
"Yeah, I'm sure it was," Rory said, rather sarcastically, "I bet it was all a game to you."
Tristan stared at her, his eyes vacant as he remembered, "It started out as a game...but at the end it wasn't. I had fallen for her. Hard. But she didn't want me. She had a boyfriend, and she was in love with him. I was always the big mistake. This was a girl who was almost perfect. She was pretty, in an innocent way. She was smart, she was modest, and she never knew how pretty she really was. I never really got over her. I was always waiting...waiting to fall in love again so I could forget her."
Rory was silent. Finally, she said, "She must have been pretty amazing for a guy like Tristan Dugrey to fall in love with her. I still don't see why it was such bad luck. Everyone goes through love problems."
Tristan stared at her, amazed by her ignorance. "Don't you get it Rory? The bad luck was falling in love with you. The bad luck was falling in love with a girl tonight, a girl who I thought would help me forget you. Ironic isn't it? The girl I thought would help me forget turned out to be you. I'm destined to love you forever, and you're destined to never love me back."
Tristan could tell that Rory was at lost for words. He shook his head and chuckled bitterly, "I'll leave you alone now. If you don't stop me, I'll walk out of your life."
He turned on his heel and walked towards the door. His hand touched the cool metal of the doorknob. He paused, needing for her to stop him. When the response didn't come, he turned the doorknob and opened the door.
"Wait..." Rory whispered.
Tristan felt relieved, like a burden had been lifted up from his shoulders. Tristan turned around to look at her beautiful face. He waited for her to say something, but she didn't. She looked lost and confused. Tristan just shook his head, "You almost did it, Rory. I should have known that you would never love me."
Tristan's heart felt empty. He could feels tears threatening to slip down his cheeks. He was tired of this. He was tired of being in love with Rory Gilmore. He closed his eyes, opened the door, and with one step, he walked out of her life.
To Be Continued...