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- I own nothing but this storyline.
Author's Note- I didn't have the internet for about a month. It was then when I realised I shouldn't be giving fan fiction and everything my entire life. I will keep writing every now and then because it makes me happy, but not so often. I had been getting bored of this story, I had known how to end it ages ago, but didn't want to start it. Well- I guess I've finished it and I certainly dislike it. It didn't take much time and I didn't read it through more than once. So here it is- the last chapter. I have a sort-of idea for a small fluffy ending just so you know they all got it right, but I doubt my writing's that good.
I love you guys for making my stories seem good!
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"This is just the speed of life…"
When she saw him, she knew. Everything was going to be alright.
There was a single second- of when he saw her, he stood up slowly, leaning on the chair as if he were to lose his balance any second. He opened his mouth- as if to say something, but he couldn't find the words, he could never find the right thing to say around Lorelai.
Rory looked between them. She knew they needed to be alone. As much as Lorelai said she needed her there- Rory knew there were a thousand questions running through Luke's head that only Lorelai could answer. She smiled to herself- Luke probably hadn't even seen her yet.
It was dark in the theatre. He knew there were a thousand places he would rather be than here, with a girl. They had met a few days ago; she worked at a coffee shop down the road. She was pretty and conversational. He asked her out forgetting he was going off girls.
But this girl was special, really gentle, kind. Not the sort that try and kiss on the first date.
It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to see Luke. She had. It was enough for now; she needed to know that her mother would talk with Luke. She needed to know that, for more than her mother's happiness, her conscience. If Luke and Lorelai never got together because of some stupid cancer, Rory would never forgive herself.
He felt her lean on his shoulder a little, suggestively leaning closer to his face. With a sudden jolt he realised she was going to kiss him. He stood up quickly and pushed past the seats towards the exit.
He really needed to get some air.
She past a little cinema, almost hidden in the crowd of shoppers, it looked like the cute theatres you see in old black and white movies, the ones with the red carpets and the candy bar with the server in a suit. A man pushed hurriedly past her, almost knocking her down, as she got up to give him an earful, he was gone.
He was running from her. It didn't come as a realisation or anything- he was totally aware of what an ass he was being. He didn't want to face her questions and the fights on why he ran away from her when she went in for a kiss. He knew he would lose.
She found herself walking again. It was fun to be going in a direction where you don't know, your destination a place that you haven't thought of yet. She was walking in the opposite direction on the sidewalk- she wasn't looking out for anybody; she had no hopes or dreams at that point. She was in charge; she was going to face everything. For once- she didn't mind.
And it was exhilarating.
He found himself at a park. It was one of those places that made you feel depressed that no-one takes the interest into looking after a place that so obviously was beautiful once. It looked as though no-one had played there for years- there was no garden, no pond, there was an old rusty park bench however, hidden behind an overgrown bush near the pavement. From there he could see everyone. No-one could see him. It was where he could hide without having to be cut off from everything.
She had stopped, there was a man sitting on a bench next to the place she had walked. His posture was so completely open, so carefree. She walked closer, unaware, and saw his face. It was then when she realised how wrong she was.
She recognised that face. It was a mask- One she had been using for so many years. He looked desperate and alone. She surprised herself more than he when she sat down next to the man.
He turned slowly, almost lazily. Then his eyes widened, his mouth dropping slowly.
Rory smiled.
She offered him her hand;
"Hello, I'm Rory Gilmore…"
