Rory woke up, knowing very well what lie ahead of her. She had spent half
the night crying about it. Dean was about to leave her. "Why? We worked
so hard to make this work? Why does it have to die now?" Rory abandoned
her attempt at poetry. With my luck, Jess will enroll at Chilton. Then
Tristan will show up to torture me. Rory collapsed back into bed,
terrified about life without her beau.
Rory got up early, washed her face, and made her way to the house she knew so well. Dean stood there, his face shining because he'd rubbed it so hard. She never considered he might have been crying. "Come here." His voice was gruff, with what Rory assumed was fear of hurting her.
Hush little baby don't you cry
Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby
Everything's gonna be all right
The Lord's gonna answer your prayer tonight
Rory stood strong before him. But Dean crushed her to his chest, and Rory wished desperately that she didn't have to leave him. "You need to go, Dean. There's no other way, and you know it." Rory was released, and Dean grasped her hand, as if she would run the second he let her go. "You mean it, don't you?" Rory nodded, biting her lip, wishing it would bleed so she would have a reason for her tears. Dean turned. "Will you wait for me?" Rory had planned to say she'd wait a thousand years for him, but she knew now exactly what would happen. He'd meet someone across the ocean, and she'd be left alone. "No. I doubt anyone will care for me like you have, but we can't promise to stay true for 5 years, Dean." Dean kissed her fiercely, then turned, grabbed his bags, and raced for the station.
Hey little girl with the pressures of the world on your shoulders Don't say it's over I heard your prayers, just cast your cares
And I'll be there so don't you fear
Rory felt ready to go back to her room and collapse. Rory, get yourself together. You've got a bus ride ahead of you. Rory got onto the bus, and collapsed next to someone in a Chilton uniform. "Hey Mary." Rory winced. Do you even care about me, God? She felt a small voice scold her, so she smiled, and looked up. "So what's wrong with bag boy?" Rory didn't answer for a moment, just stared at his shoes. "I have no idea why you care, or why I'm telling you about it. Dean got into a school in Czech Republic, and he left this morning."
Tristan now wished he had punched Dean out that night at the party. Why is she telling me? She must be really hurting. He put a hand on her quivering shoulder, and to his surprise she didn't pull away. He wisely kept his mouth shut. Maybe things are finally going your way, DuGrey. Tristan didn't think that for long. His crush of two years was in real pain. And he could do nothing without ruin all his chances. Then he realized that he really didn't care.
Tristan pulled her to him, held her close, and just let her sob on his shoulder. Why do I have this kind and loving Tristan right now? If he was like this all the time, I would have been all over him. She kept her feelings locked inside. She smiled at him, but rested her head on his shoulder.
"Rory?" she stirred, but didn't raise her head. Tristan was glad. He couldn't speak well with her angry eyes glaring at him. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. Will you forgive me?" Rory beamed at him, and hugged him. Tristan hadn't expected it, still he accepted her affection. "As long as you're this nice to me all the time." Tristan tweaked her hair. "So I can't tease you at all? Where will I find fulfillment in life?"
Rory got up early, washed her face, and made her way to the house she knew so well. Dean stood there, his face shining because he'd rubbed it so hard. She never considered he might have been crying. "Come here." His voice was gruff, with what Rory assumed was fear of hurting her.
Hush little baby don't you cry
Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby
Everything's gonna be all right
The Lord's gonna answer your prayer tonight
Rory stood strong before him. But Dean crushed her to his chest, and Rory wished desperately that she didn't have to leave him. "You need to go, Dean. There's no other way, and you know it." Rory was released, and Dean grasped her hand, as if she would run the second he let her go. "You mean it, don't you?" Rory nodded, biting her lip, wishing it would bleed so she would have a reason for her tears. Dean turned. "Will you wait for me?" Rory had planned to say she'd wait a thousand years for him, but she knew now exactly what would happen. He'd meet someone across the ocean, and she'd be left alone. "No. I doubt anyone will care for me like you have, but we can't promise to stay true for 5 years, Dean." Dean kissed her fiercely, then turned, grabbed his bags, and raced for the station.
Hey little girl with the pressures of the world on your shoulders Don't say it's over I heard your prayers, just cast your cares
And I'll be there so don't you fear
Rory felt ready to go back to her room and collapse. Rory, get yourself together. You've got a bus ride ahead of you. Rory got onto the bus, and collapsed next to someone in a Chilton uniform. "Hey Mary." Rory winced. Do you even care about me, God? She felt a small voice scold her, so she smiled, and looked up. "So what's wrong with bag boy?" Rory didn't answer for a moment, just stared at his shoes. "I have no idea why you care, or why I'm telling you about it. Dean got into a school in Czech Republic, and he left this morning."
Tristan now wished he had punched Dean out that night at the party. Why is she telling me? She must be really hurting. He put a hand on her quivering shoulder, and to his surprise she didn't pull away. He wisely kept his mouth shut. Maybe things are finally going your way, DuGrey. Tristan didn't think that for long. His crush of two years was in real pain. And he could do nothing without ruin all his chances. Then he realized that he really didn't care.
Tristan pulled her to him, held her close, and just let her sob on his shoulder. Why do I have this kind and loving Tristan right now? If he was like this all the time, I would have been all over him. She kept her feelings locked inside. She smiled at him, but rested her head on his shoulder.
"Rory?" she stirred, but didn't raise her head. Tristan was glad. He couldn't speak well with her angry eyes glaring at him. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. Will you forgive me?" Rory beamed at him, and hugged him. Tristan hadn't expected it, still he accepted her affection. "As long as you're this nice to me all the time." Tristan tweaked her hair. "So I can't tease you at all? Where will I find fulfillment in life?"