Wherever you will go
Flossie
Summary- If you wish so hard, maybe it'll appear like magic. Maybe life would change. Maybe magic is real.
Spoilers-Nothing after Run-Away Little Boy.
Rating- PG
Disclaimer-The song " Angel" I've used- probably one of the most beautiful lyrics I have ever listened to, by the best Aussie band, Lo-tel.
Author's Note-You know sometimes you get those urges to kill stuff off? This isn't one of those times. Simply- this story was at a dead end. And I thought for a change that Rory and Tristan's relationship should too, read the lyrics and their thoughts carefully.
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So their's an angel at your shoulder
And she is watching over you
She is fragile and small
But she is rarely in the mood
With such a perfect view
She sees everything you do
So it's no surprise
She knows when I am in the room
It wasn't that she had actually wanted to kiss him.
It was only that she was guilty, that she knew she didn't hate him, that she was sorry he had heard her when she had so quickly announced her love for Dean, because all she was doing was pitying him.
Yes. That was the reason.
And first thing tomorrow morning, when she would walk past him to her locker, she won't even glance his way.
….
She glanced.
Only thing was, he was at her locker already. She hadn't counted on actually having to speak to him, actually looking at him had promised to be the bigger problem. She didn't count on him with a girl in front of her locker.
Wings are such an asset
To an angel on the run
An essential part to playing
The role of the guardian
But everybody knows
It ain't no secret what happens
When an angel flies
A little to close to the sun
So if you see that angel
You can tell her this for me
Rory didn't know the girl's name, she hadn't hardly seen any of her face, all she knew was that there was this lump in her throat that was growing larger and larger, becoming hard to swallow- hard to breathe. She took one last look at him, and her, and ran. She hardly knew where she was going- or where she wanted to end up. It was so, so stupid. She didn't like him anyway- what happened to all the prep talks last night? She had found a perfectly liable excuse and now she'd blown it.
So if I see that angel will tell her this for you
Angel I know you are a friend
But all good things come to an end
So I think maybe you'll agree
….
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
He had changed. Hadn't he said that when he first arrived? Hadn't he known deep down that he wasn't who he used to be and that the slate was clean? He wasn't going to put up with his old self any longer. Then what the hell was he doing with his tongue down…what was her name?
Wherever you will go, however you should. Whatever is expected.
The angel gets what the angel wants
Angel I know you are a friend
But all good things come to an end
So you can leave here peacefully
Or you will leave here on your knees
Angel I know you are a friend
But all good things come to an end
This was it. She was stopping all the silliness, all the hopes and expectations for Tristan right now. It wasn't worth it- and it never will be. Even if he begged- pleaded, whatever. Tristan would be Tristan.
No one would change that. Even he knew it.
But all good things come to an end.
….
End.