Chapter 24: Fixing

Sunday

Dean's guilt weighted him down. Luckily, being the person she is, Rory forgave him.

"It isn't your fault. I could have just refused but I didn't. But just because my love life is ruined doesn't mean you could go and ruin your own. Now go. I want at least know that it was at least worth something. Make up with Margaret."

Which was why he was in front of the antique store. Lane had given a small tidbit of how Mrs. Kim would be gone all day due to a Korean Christian gathering for all the active members of the Korean Church's. Since Lane had a test and Margaret had Chilton, Mrs. Kim had left, thinking that Margaret was responsible enough to keep everything under control.

With a bag of chocolate covered coffee beans and a bag full of candy, he went in. Lane was out with Dave so he had the chance to surprise Margaret and have that sentimental moment with her alone. He knocked on her door.

"You can come in."

He stepped into the room to see frustrated Margaret with her face attached to the computer screen, hands attached to the keyboard."

"Hey."

Hearing his voice, Margaret turned to give him a cold glare.

"How can I help you?"

"I am kind of looking for this girl."

"She lives a few blocks off. You know where."

"Actually, the girl I am looking for is Korean, smart, witty, and sweet. I am pretty sure I was going to find her here."

Margaret's facial features softened a bit.

"What do you want Dean?"

"To reclaim that one special girl."

Margaret felt her heart melt.

"What about Rory?"

"I found out that I don't love her anymore that way. I only love her as a friend."

"So am I special?"

"Of course. You know why?"

"Why?"

Dean went to her and bended down to level with her. He softly spoke.

"Because I love you."

Margaret smiled. Dean then handed her the bags of candy.

"Do you think this would make all of this better?"

"Nope, but I hope this will."

He kissed her, and she kissed him back, sharing the most passionate kiss they had ever received from anyone else. When they stopped, Margaret had breathed out.

"That sure did. I love you too."

They kissed once more until Margaret started to get paranoid.

"My aunt might come soon. I don't want you to be chopped up into tiny little pieces. Now go."

With one more kiss, he left.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Rory look the ring and kissed it.

"I love you too."

She didn't feel as though she was good enough to wear the ring, but it wounded her too much to part with it.

So there she was, in the middle of her room. It was Sunday and she would have to face him sooner or later. That entire weekend, she had done nothing except wallow internally. She found a simple silver necklace and placed the ring into it.

*So his love can be near my heart.*

When Lorelai went to wake up Rory the next morning, she found her in fetal position, hands clamped onto the ring.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Tristan had not left his bed in the last 2 hours. He couldn't cry anymore. He felt dry of tears. It was too painful to think about her. But for some reason, he had lined up all the pictures he had of her and laid them out on the bed. He just stared at them.

*My angel.*

When the maid had come to wake him up, she found him all puffy eyes, staring at Rory's pictures.

A/N: R/R please!