Shelter
Flossie
Summary- Two years after leaving Chilton, Tristan comes back to find Rory. She's gone. And the soul reason for Tristan's whole life crumbles away from him.
Spoilers-Nothing after Run Away Little Boy.
Rating- PG
Disclaimer- Hopefully once the papers come in, I will officially own Chad Michael Murray. But thanks to the slow postal service, I've been forced to wait.
Author's Note- Oh, I'd like to make everyone (make I said, not ask) go to my profile and read whats there. I'm hoping all of you guys are trories, cos it's very good news. Even if you not, and you live in Australia, please come! J
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Have you ever felt so tired that you can't sleep?
There's a constant pounding in your head, like a headache gone haywire, and you
can't bring it to yourself to close your eyes and sleep. Because you already
know your incapable of it. Sometimes you're not supposed to know too much.
Sometimes there's too much running through your head you can't keep up with it,
there's so much you need to decipher and so much you want to work out, so much
that had happened that day that you don't want to believe but you can't bring
yourself to think its false.
Because once you're told, it explains all the questions you wished to be
answered.
And
deep down you know it's true.
Rory lay on the hard hospital bed. Motionless. That
day Rory decided she hated silence. It was too fake.
Whenever there is silence it means there is something to be hidden, something
someone is supposed to tell you but they can't bring themselves to do it
straight away. So they don't. And then there's silence. The unnerving
uncomfortable silence that makes you squirm in your seat and wish you had
something interesting to say. But you don't. And then, ultimately you have to
be told the news.
So at that point you begin to wish the silence would go on forever.
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"Rory?"
She looked up,
"Hi mum"
Lorelai gave her a small smile and sat down on the bed.
"How are you holding up sweetie?"
Something about Lorelai's kind, concerned voice, and the fact that she'd come
screaming through the hospital parking lot doing a hundred and eighty on Friday
afternoon somehow triggered the importance of what was going on.
Falling against her mom, Rory desperately wrapped her arms around her neck and
let the tears that had been so patiently waiting to be shed fall.
For the first time in three days she cried.
"Tell me I'm going to be okay mom." She whispered, "Tell me I'm
going to be okay."
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Tristan drove home in a sort of trance. How could he process this information
in the business-like manner that he knew and did so well? How was he supposed
to let this go? Like an unworthy staff member who hogs the coffee at company
meetings?
How was he supposed to let go to something he had been hanging onto for seven
years.
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When Emily first told Tristan what she knew, he would have laughed if not he
had he seen her stony serious face, unmarked with any sign of humour.
What
she had told him was so hard to accept.
If her own grandmother hadn't seen her for two and a half years, there was no
way he was just going to bump into her on the street. There was no way he was
going to track her down either, what Emily had told him made so much sense;
"I know I could find them if I employed paid professionals. But professionals
would never bring the happiness back into my grand-daughter's life. She chose
everything she decided was truly right for her. I respect her decision."
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If her own grandma could understand Rory's choice, then why can't I?
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Chapter 6
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