Author's Note: The song is "Back To You" by John Mayer. I'm pretty sure the song has been done before, so if it's too much like anyone else's story, sorry.
"Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you,"
It always came back to her. That special brown haired and blue-eyed girl.
"I tried to forget you
I tried to stay away
But it's too late,"
That's true. I did try to forget her. I did try to stay away. But then she broke up with Dean and it seemed like a good chance. But it really is too late now. She went back to him. I don't even know if they're still together.
"I'm so good at forgetting
And I quit every game I play,"
I quit the day she claimed to hate me. I never had quit in my life up to that. But I quit that time. The only time I had ever quit something, and it had to be with her. But thinking about her now, I don't really want to stay on the sidelines.
"But forgive me, love
I can't turn and walk away,"
Tristan DuGrey stretched out on his bed. He wasn't about to walk away from her. Oh now, it always comes…
"Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you,"
It always came back to her. Even when he had been in military school, he always thought about her. Subconsciously, or consciously. Sitting in the library to pass time. She probably did that, too.
"I walk with your shadow
I'm sleeping in my bed
With your silhouette,"
She went with him everywhere. She had taken his heart. When he went to bed at night, he always looked at the picture of them sharing a joke and said goodnight. Now, he sat up slowly and opened the top drawer in his nightstand.
"Should have smiled in that picture
If it's the last I'll see of you
It's the least you could not do,"
He took out the last picture of them together. Two serious faces stared back at him. One had light blonde hair that was haphazardly laying on his head, and deep blue eyes. The second person had an innocent face and blue eyes deeper than the first persons. These were the eyes that Tristan had drowned in whenever he looked into them.
"Leave the light on
I'll never give up on you,"
Tristan put the picture back and turned the light on. He was going for a drive. Throwing on his favorite jeans and an old hoodie from North Carolina, he got ready.
"Leave the light on
For me too,"
Slowly walking down the grand staircase of the Hartford mansion he now resided in again, Tristan didn't hear a car pull up into his driveway. All he saw were the big, fat snowflakes falling to the ground. Hearing the grandfather clock chime midnight, Tristan continued his journey down the stairs.
"Back to me
It know that it comes
Back to me,"
The doorbell rang just as Tristan was going to go outside. He momentarily froze with his hand on the doorknob. Slowly, he turned it and started to open the unusually heavy door.
"Doesn't it scare you
Your will isn't as strong
As it used to be,"
The door opened to reveal the special brown haired, blue-eyed girl. Her name was Rory Gilmore. She looked up and leaned forward to kiss him. She has heard he was back in Connecticut for good, and she hadn't stopped thinking about him. And of all the unfinished bantering and possibilities that had been between them.
