Title: Till The End
Pairings: R/T (obviously!) L/L
Summary: A TOTALLY AU fic… Adapted from a Korean drama. Tristan was the new transfer student from New York, while Rory was the normal student at Chilton.
A/N: They may get out of character… but I WILL try to write it as close to the character as I can…
Author: Nimisha (natalie_portm18@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Well… IF I do own them, would I be even writing this now?! I do own those characters whose name u do not recognize…
Another A/N: This part may sound confusing… all will be explained in time. Polaris referred to the name of a star.
Prologue
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Can you really forget your first love? What if you meet a person who looks exactly like him… in the future? Is that person really the one you're looking for? The one that you would never forget? Is that even possible? Is this another chance of happiness that the Fates had given you? Or is it another sick joke…
~Winter Sonata~
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Darkness.
An abyss of never ending darkness.
All he saw was black, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Where was she? He had been searching for her but he cannot find the light. He couldn't find her…
As the darkness engulfed him, his hopes dashed. He shut down, doing nothing… just reminiscing…
*****
Poetry. That was the only thing he could think about. She had loved poetry so much, especially the one by Elizabeth Barette Browning.
There were so many things that reminded him of her.
"Polaris will not change its place. Polaris is always in the dark night sky. Looking at it, you'll never lose your way," He had once told her.
It was a long time ago, he remembered, when he told her this. Told her about the one star that had come to symbolize them and their love.
Then, he remembered something else, something she had told him.
"You are my Polaris. I will never lose my way when I have you." She had said so lovingly to him. He was happy, simply pure bliss.
'It was also snowing at that time.' He realized. Funny why magical things always happen to them when it was snowing…
Their first separation.
Their first kiss.
And their last meeting…
It was also the night she told him that he was her Polaris, that they finally admitted that they love each other. The night before everything went wrong. Everything had gone so wrong. And it had gotten worse from there…
They were separated. One soul painfully separated into two.
'Then, what had happened? What exactly happened after that?' He asked himself.
God, he missed her so much. All he knew was that he HAD to find that light, to get to her. Other questions were all gone from his mind. He just wanted to see her smile, hear her laughter and love her. It was as simple as that. He wanted her. He needed her. That was all he asked…
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And Tristan DuGrey continued to find his way up. To find the love of his life, to find the reason of his existence. His soulmate.
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Annalise DuGrey
It is my fault. All my fault.
My son… my SON is lying on that hospital bed, fighting for his life, because of me. Oh god, he is lying there, unconscious to the whole world. So still, so cold.
Because of me. Me.
I have destroyed both of their lives, and I have realised it way too late. Everything is too late. I cannot salvage anything from this big, horrible mess that started with me.
It shall end with me too.
My eyes fill with tears of guilt and regret as I witness the devotion of the young woman beside my son. They are soulmates, and I had never realised it, until now. I have destroyed them, destroyed their whole lives, by saying that unforgivable sentence. The sentence that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Because I can't not make any amends.
It was simply way too late.
This story started twenty-eight years ago. It was a story that was a mistake right from the very start. It was my story, our story, and it became their story.
A sick story that hurt. It started with me.
I fell in love with the wrong person.
Funny, wasn't it? It always comes back to one stupid word - love. He loved another, not me, while another loved me.
It became worse over the years, only I did not know or expect it. When I had my son in my arms, I would never thought that the consequences would be this terrible. I thought the whole ordeal had ended for me, that I did not have to handle it ever again.
But no, the past has to come back to haunt me.
It had been too much, so I lied to everyone, and I murdered my son because of that.
Why can't it be me who was in a coma there, taking his place? Why must it be him?
Oh, how I wish I could turn back time again…to remake my decisions…to prevent this from even happening.
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Well, that ends the prologue of "Till the End". It sounds a little like crap to me, but I wrote it when I was taking a break from revising for exams. THANKS to PHOEBE for being my beta-reader. You've done much to help me, P.