"Rory…"

Rory looked away from him. It hurt her too much that he now knows the truth. Tristan was shocked, and more than that, he was unprepared for the news to hear. Tristan shook his head; he didn't want to believe. He wished it was only a dream. And if it was a dream, he wished to wake up now but no…he knew it wasn't a dream.

"no…you can't be…you can't be…" Tristan mumbled

Rory said nothing, tears only flew down her cheeks.

"damnit it Rory! You can't be!" he yelled

Rory stood up from the bench and faced him, "do I have a choice Tristan?! Do I have a choice? It wasn't easy for me Tristan…it was never easy…and if I were you…I did go away now…"

"Rory…"

"just leave me alone Tristan…"

"no-"

"then fine!" she ran away from him. He cursed himself for not running after her but he had his own reasons. He was giving her space and time and he had no choice but to fly back to Hartford.

"Rory? Are you there?" there was a knock on the door and Rory didn't answer. Lorelai knocked again, she wasn't answering and she opened the door. She found her daughter lying down on the bed and could hear her shivering.

"Rory dear, are you alright?" Lorelai asked

"mommy…"

Lorelai frowned and sat beside her on the bed. And she saw tears on her daughter's face

"what happened?"

"mom…" Rory sobbed

"sshhh, it's okay," Lorelai comforted her with a hug and started to swing back and forth

"it hurts…it hurts so badly…"

"I know baby…you don't have to tell me…"

"no…you don't know…Tristan was here,"

Lorelai pulled back from embrace and looked at her, "what? Tristan was here? You mean here in Fez?"

Rory didn't say. Lorelai could see it. "Oh baby…it's okay…he'll understand soon," she told Rory and Rory started to cry again. The pain was unbearable.

"Tristan? Why are you home in a sudden?" His mom Wilma asked him when she saw him arrived one late afternoon.

Tristan didn't feel like talking and he went straight to his room. His facial expression was full of sadness and his mother saw that. When he got into his room, he started to cry. He tried to hold the tears back but it was uncontrollable. Then someone knocked on his door and he refused to answer. His mother came in, knowing he needed comfort. She came to him and hugged him.

"It's okay, I'm here…" she said softly to him

Tristan shook his head, "it's not okay…it's not okay…"

Wilma shrugged, "we'll talk later Tristan, you'll need some rest," she told him

Tristan wiped the tears away and nodded his head. His mother weakly smiled at him and then left him. But a few minutes later, he started to cry again. He couldn't let her go away just like that.

Wilma started to cry when she got to her room. She was feeling sad for Tristan and it was sad that his first true love is dying. She learned it from Emily. They were friends for a long time. When she called Emily for information, somewhere during their conversation, Emily broke down to tears and Wilma asked her what's wrong. That's how she found out. She didn't tell her son, she made him go to Fez but she knew that it will not go well. She assumed that he now knows. But she was afraid that something will make him cold again. She knows how much he didn't like to get hurt and she knows he will get hurt again.

*A/N: Sorry if it's a short chapter...I have been having writer's block and I hope some of you would give me ideas again and I would deeply appreciate them. Thanks!*