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AN: Hey. Well here I was, researching for my History essay, when I got the urge to write. And me being the procrastinator that I am, I decided to put my researching aside and write another chapter. *Grins* Aren't I so nice? Anyway, sit back, read and enjoy.
Tristan shook, he knew that it wasn't from the cold. Would he lie? He swallowed "Yes, I would. I would do anything for you," his voice pleaded.
Rory shook her head "Don't," she whispered "I'm so tired of this," her voice weakened towards the end.
"Tired of what? Us?" he asked, his mouth suddenly dry.
"No, I loved it when we spent time together…" Rory smiled, then frowned immediately "I'm just tired of all these problems between us… the disagreements… the littlest things become huge arguments between us… that's not what a relationship is about."
"Relationship's go through obstacles Rory. This is just a bump on the road."
"You not loving me is not just a bump on the road," her eyes watered.
"Please…" his voice begged, "… wait."
Rory ran her hand through her brown hair, frustrated "Wait? You honestly think it's that easy Tristan?"
"Yes," he said, his voice determined "If you really loved me…"
Rory laughed, "If I really loved you?"
He sighed and remained silent. "I'll just go," he said, catching Lorelai's head from the kitchen, she shot him an evil glare. "Your mom hates me too huh?"
"I never said I hated you," she whispered, opening the door. She watched him exit the house and walk briskly to his car. Her hands were crossed, cold wind blew across her face as she watched him slowly. Rory licked her lips and turned to enter, stopped and turned around at the sound of her name. She watched as Tristan got out of his Jaguar and stood, once again, in the rain. Their eyes connected, her eyes watered at what she had seen.
She walked towards him, the storm had gone from bad to worse but neither cared. She hugged herself, protecting herself from the cold wind. She stopped in front of him. Looking up at him, tears sprung from her eyes. Her hands reached out towards his wet cheek, and rested on his broad shoulders. Rory closed her eyes, a small smile formed in her damp face. Wet strands of hair cupped her face. Opening her eyes, she met his confused stare. Rory would make him understand. Instantly, she brought her lips towards his, kissing him gently.
She had forgiven him. What she had seen in his eyes made her understand. He did love her. Although he couldn't form them into words, he did love her.
Oh, forgive me. This was an awfully short chapter. There's gonna some fluff in the next few chapters, but you guys don't mind that right? ;) Hoped you enjoyed. Review please. =)
- RockerFreak
