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When Tristan opened the doors to his room, he was sad and happy. He felt two contradictory feelings that made it bittersweet. He was sad, frustrated, angry and lonely to think of what he would have to do. But his father gave a good point. He didn't deserve Rory. He would have to let her go. As much as it pained him to do so, he would do the right thing. All his convictions of his love for her had come to this ending of their wonderful story. He would do something that would hurt them for now, but would be better for them in the long run. Although his heart ached with the knowledge that she would no longer belong to him, nor he to her, he knew that he would do anything for Rory. She may not understand right now, but he would give her his all to give her whatever he could. For now, it was freedom. He looked around his room, and everything was a reminder for him of his short time with Rory. Most people would have thought that a year together was a long time, for him it was only a breath of time. He could still smell Rory's presence, he lemony shampoo, and the vanilla perfume. He saw on his desk a picture of them, on his night table the picture frame that Rory made for him. By his bookshelf, he saw some of her favourite books. On the board on the wall had tacks with her future school - Harvard's #1 flag. By the cd player the albums she loved were scattered around. By the arm chair was her favourite blanket draped around. Everywhere he looked was Rory's presence. He dropped to the bed and cried wholeheartedly. He couldn't fathom the agony that he had just come to feel in his first time in his 18 years of life. It was just so painful. He went to the medicine cabin and took out his mother's sleeping pill. He popped one in and went into a bittersweet dream. A dream of him and Rory when they were happy.

When Tristan woke up, it was Saturday morning. He and Rory had plans to meet up together for coffee. He knew that she would be hurt and would need time to be by herself or with her mother or Lane. He had to break up with her today. Although he wished he could be with her one more day, he could not procrastinate anymore. His father was a man of his words and would do things his way soon.

"Rory, we need to talk. Lets go get some coffee and go to the park for a walk." Tristan immediately suggested when they met up at Starbucks.

Rory was a little put off by his off manner. But she nevertheless agreed. "Sure. Is there something wrong Tristan?"

"Just wool gathering." He replied. He tried to act casual, but his insides were numb.

When the ordered their coffee and walking around the park, both in silent contempt. Rory tried to break the silence. "Nice weather, huh?"

By the sudden conversation, Tristan laughed nervously for the first time in the last 24 hours since his father gave him the unhappy ultimatum. He gave her a small sad smile. He had to do it now. "Let's sit over there by the water. It's so peaceful. The last peace I will ever feel. It hurts so much. Does it have to? When will this feeling end? His conscience retorted back, When you have her in your arms again. Don't do something stupid by making her know that you still care, if you break up suddenly, she'll wonder why. Better think I don't care.

"Rory. I think we should see other people. Get an abortion. Who are we to think that we can raise a child. Maybe I'm not in love with you. It was a big mistake to have sex without protection." His heart hurt with the lies he told her. I love you Rory.

"What? You told me you didn't regret it." Rory felt tears harboring her eyes. It threatened to fall.

Tristan saw the tears forming and it hurt him that he was causing her pain. He was the source for that. I don't want to do this. But this is for you. If I really meant that I love you, I have to do this for you. Please understand. We'll be together soon. One day.

"So this is it? After all this?" Rory continued. I won't cry. He won't see me come down. Whatever happens, I'll be strong. He'll never know how much it hurts. Rory quickly dried her tears. She put out the facade of pain and hurt to strong exterior. Her stubborn chin stood up a notch and she had challenge and anger glimmering on the surface of her eyes.

Tristan saw that Rory was putting up her emotions. Even though it hurt to see her walk away from him, he knew better. He was proud that even though she hurt, she was still strong - a survivor. Forgive me, Rory.

"Yeah. I'm sorry you got pregnant and all, but you know how it is?" They played a game of deception, hiding their raw pain. Tristan smirked that didn't have any convictions. He stood up, without turning, he let his guard down. Tears came down, and he spoke, "Good bye, Rory Gilmore." He walked on without turning. His pain so evident he didn't let her see his broken heart. One day we'll be together. I'll make you love me again. I'll never stop loving you. Never.

Rory sat there in pain and in shock. He left me. Abortion? I can't raise a child by myself. Tristan doesn't want it. He doesn't want me. I've got to move on with my life - without him. I love him so much. What changed? Her other conscience replied hurtfully, You always knew you were a conquest. He did you and now he's left you. Get that fact straight, Gilmore. Tears didn't come. Her heart sent out sharp pangs of hurt. She turned to walk to her car and go home. But she didn't want to deal with her mother's questions. She wanted to be by herself. So she walked back to Starbucks to get coffee and dessert. She'd wallow by herself with coffee and sweets. Let her heart forget for a moment the utter pain she never felt before.

Tristan walked to his car. He sat inside, his head on the steering wheel and let himself cry with heart wrenching sobs. He mind wondered to the images of happy times of him and Rory. Their 6 months anniversary and their one year. He saw their playful times, serious times and their first steps together in the relationship. I hate you, Father.

When Rory went back into the cafe and ordered her food, she sat down in contempt. She drank her coffee, took bites from her cake and thought. She finally realized through her thick daydreams and memory lanes of Tristan that someone was vying for her attention.

"Ahem. Why the sad face. You look like you lost your best friend." It was Mike with a smile on his face. He was holding coffee in his hand.

She wanted to be alone, but Mike seemed so happy, and she wanted to feel that again. She just wanted to feel. She knew what a great friend Mike was and decided to confide in him. He wouldn't judge since he barely really knew her, and he was Tristan's best friend. She didn't see any harm to do so. "Sit Mike. Join me."

Mike was surprised by the invitation. He would have thought Tristan was right beside Rory protectively. "Where's Tristan?"

"We...broke up." Her eyes still low, reflected her pain.

"I'm sorry." They didn't talk. The only sounds were made by the sipping of coffee and low breaths. They didn't talk what seem like several hours, but in fact only 10 minutes.

"Mike, you don't have to be here." Rory said. She wanted him to stay. She needed a friend of some sort.

"I want to be. You wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Yeah. But not here. Take me out of here. Let's go somewhere, anywhere but here." Rory begged.

"The park?"

"No. He..."

"Oh." He understood. Tristan broke up with Rory at the park.

"Want to go to my place or yours? If that's ok?" Mike suggested. Even though he had a crush on her, he wanted to become better friends. Get to know her. Tristan was stupid to let her go. He wanted to whole story. See if there was any chance later in the year with her.

"Yeah. My place. If that's ok with you." Rory answered.

"Yeah. Let's go." They both walked out of the booth of the cafe and went into their own cars and drove back to Star Hollows, where Rory told Mike the whole incident. During the whole conversation, did Rory once cry. Her feelings in pain were numb. She knew that in time and in her own darkness would she allow herself to finally cry and let go of that bottled pain.

Guys please don't hate me. Continue reading. As you know, I did say it was Trory story, hey that rhymed!!! Ok just read and wait to find out. Let them grow and get together. Trust me please. Hope this chapter made you guys feel something and enjoyed it. Reviews please. ONLY NICE ONES... =)