What develops in the Darkroom

Chapter 33: Our Memories 2

Disclaimer: Yep I own it that's right and I'm just testing all the upcoming episodes out on you HA! Right

Pairings: T/R P/J L/L

Rating: PG

Rory returned from the easel the next photograph depicted Rory biting her lip and Tristan smiling as Rory asked him to meet her Grandparents

"You looked so anxious" remarked Tristan

Rory ignored him turning to print another photo

Tristan sighed and moved the photo along

Rory dropped the next print in the developer and returned to the easel

Tristan was glad for this; the next photo showed his face crushed with rejection and a look of pure anger on Rory's face as they discussed the daughters of America dance

Swirling the water from side to side Tristan was tempted to throw the photograph out before Rory could see it but he resisted, the fire in Rory's eyes was too precious to destroy

The next was a photo taken the day of the dance Rory was arguing amicably with Tristan a light in both they're eyes

Rory, after the photo developed, went to print the next photo not wanting to be reminded of the memories only to find the next photo worse

Tristan had his arm around her waist and was sweetly kissing her cheek as hordes of Chilton students passed them

"How can you say that you weren't different?" asked Tristan his back turned watching the photo developing

Rory put the next two prints into the developer, one, a stunning photo of Tristan waiting at the bottom of the stairs a look of love upon his face as Rory entered. The other, captured the two of them staring into each others eyes and leaning in for the kiss of a lifetime at the dance

"God dammit Rory answer me"

Rory ignored him again, this time an anxious look on her face as she moved some photographs into the fixer

Tristan grabbed her arm

"Let go" demanded Rory a murderous glare on her face

"You really believe that I set out to hurt you?" asked Tristan "You really believe that you aren't different?"

Rory met his gaze "I was just a game to you"

Tristan picked up his blazer and left, slamming the darkroom door behind him

Rory felt her eyes well with tears brushing them from her face she moved all of the photos into the fixer

Three photos sat on top

All featured Tristan, a brooding remorseful Tristan, a crushed Tristan and a Tristan with a look of pure, innocent love written all over his face

"Oh god what have I done?"

Rory ran to the door