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Author's Note: This is a really short chapter. This is the angsty ending. I'm going to take Isabel's advice, and write 2 endings. Happy ending coming soon!

Chapter Six:

"My relationship with my father now is strictly professional. I work well. But we don't talk about anything other than business. Lorelei and Luke hate me. The entire population of Star's Hollow hates me. I went there once to drop of some of Rory's things. The minute I stepped foot in the town, within ten minutes, every one knew I was there. I heard the whispering, the gossip. Most of them thought I had an affair with another woman. I can't tell you how it felt," Tristan said sadly. "I loved Rory above all else, and here these people are, degrading my love for her," Tristan sighed. "So what's the verdict? Now that you know what I've done,"

            "Did you?" Angela asked, face impassive.

            "Did I what?"

            "Do anything with that Elizabeth Cartier,"

            "No!" Tristan said immediately. "But I think she would have liked to," he admitted.

            "I think… you're blaming yourself too much. It wasn't your fault. You didn't know," Angela declared.

            "That still doesn't change the fact that I left my wife to die,"

            "You did not leave her to die. You didn't know she was dying,"

            "But I should have," Tristan said. Angela could see the pain in his blue eyes.

            "She did keep it from you. You said Rory was smart. She could easily have deceived you,"

            "Don't say that,"

            "Say what?"

            "That Rory deceived me,"

            Angela sighed. "Tristan, don't you think it's time you moved on with your life?"

            "I have moved on. The first few months I was home I could barely speak, let alone work. I'm working now,"

            "But you haven't moved on. Sure you can pretend to be a normal, functioning person, but the burden is all there, underneath. You're too afraid too let anyone in your life, even your father,"

            "So what do you propose I do? Forget about Rory? That's never going to happen," Tristan snapped.

            "No," Angela said, trying to think of a way to rephrase the question. "Moving on doesn't mean forgetting about Rory, it means just…  live for her. If she was alive, would she want to see you like this?"

            "Probably. She hated me when she died,"

            "No… she didn't"

            "How would you know?"

            "Didn't you say, when she died she was murmuring your name?"

            Tristan was silent.

            "Do you really think Rory would want you to live like this? Didn't she hate it when you got to involved in your work? Didn't she hide her sickness from you so you wouldn't worry? Would Rory want you to end your life this way?" she said, gesturing to the gun that she had taken from Tristan. Tristan didn't say anything. "Think about it," Angela whispered, and walked away.

            Tristan stared at the gun in his hands. Slowly, he raised it to his temple, closed his eyes, and pictured his beautiful Rory.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

            Angela got her newspaper the next day, and flipped to the local section. She gasped as she read the headline.

Prominent Lawyer Found Dead

"Tristan DuGrey, son of well-known lawyer James DuGrey was found dead yesterday, at the Hartford cemetery. His body was found with a bullet in his head, next to the grave of his late wife, Lorelei Gilmore-DuGrey. Police found a .45 in his hand, ruling the cause of death as suicide"

Angela stopped reading. He did it. She thought. He killed himself.