How Can I Make You Understand?
"Mary, Mary. How does your garden grow?…"
Rory glanced up. Was she hearing things? Was even the wind playing cruel tricks at her now? "Tris?" she whispered. But yet the chant continued.
"With sil-"
"Tristan?" Rory said, this time a little louder. She looked at Jess, who had an amused look in his eyes.
"Mary."
Rory whipped her head around, only to reveal Tristan leaning against his car, smirking at her. "Tris!!!" With that, she untangled herself from Jess and ran across the street, throwing herself into Tristan's arms.
"Hey, Ror." Tristan said, his head buried into her hair. "Miss me?"
"God, you have no idea how much." She pulled away a little to look at him, leaving her hands resting on his shoulders and his hands on her waist. "What are you doing here?" she questioned breathlessly.
"Wanted to see you."
"But I thought you couldn't-"
"Get out?" Tristan finished for her. "A little lie told by me for the sake of surprises."
Rory smiled. "Well…if nothing else, the surprise worked."
"That was my plan. And as you know, a DuGrey always gets what he wants." He smirked.
Rory smacked him lightly on the arm. "Haha. Very funny. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home? I was worried. I thought you might have been hurt, or that you had forgotten about me, or that-"
Tristan quieted her by putting a finger across her lips, "I just wanted to surprise this girl that's all. She's really special to me; actually she's the only reason that I wanted to come home at all. She's got this laugh like a goddess, and has the personality of an angel. She listens whenever you want to tell her anything, and can definitely hold up her end of the conversation. She's sweet, kind, and innocent; but yet she still manages to be stubborn. And she can definitely hold up her end of an argument. Actually…" he paused, hoping she was catching on, "she's a lot like you."
Rory ducked her head, blushing like crazy. What was Tristan getting at?
Tristan lifted up Rory's chin with his hand, gazing into her eyes. "Ror…I gotta tell you something."
Rory was entranced by his icy blue eyes and the depth of emotions you could see reflected upon them. Compassion, nervousness, and…could it be…love? "Yes, Tris?"
'Now or never, DuGrey. You gotta tell her.' "Rory…I…I…"
"What is it, Tristan?" Rory questioned.
"Rory, I…think…I think I've fallen in love with you."
Rory looked away. She had never expected him to say anything like this to her. But yet…she knew she felt the same way, ever since that day he told her he was leaving.
"It's okay, if you don't feel the same way, Ror. I just thought you should kno-"
Rory cut him off using the only method she could think of. She planted her mouth on his, displaying all her pent-up emotions for him in that one simple, yet passionate kiss. When she pulled away, she looked at him. "Tris, I…I love you too."
Tristan was speechless. In all the nights that he had spent planning his return; he had never anticipated this. Rejection, yes. But this? Never. He pulled Rory to him, enfolding her in his arms.
He knew life wouldn't always be good or gracious to him, but at that moment, he could care less. For at that moment, with Rory in his arms, life was perfect.