A/N- wow I haven't written in a while, so hopefully this chapter is okay.
Thanks for all your guy's patience and reviews!
Disclaimer- I don't own anything pertaining to this show or pop tarts
Rory sat on her couch that night, staring absent mindedly at an info commercial. The words "six months" played over and over in her head, shooting their painful meaning into every thought that entered her mind and into every tear that rolled down her cheek. Eventually Jess arrived home from his date, bursting through the door with a boyish grin on his handsome face. He quickly noticed the burdened and saddened woman he loved like a sister sobbing on the couch. Rushing over to her he wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest.
"Rory, what's wrong?" he asked, rubbing her arm with his hand affectionately.
"He-only-has-six months," Rory mumbled through the tears.
Jess closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, not knowing where to begin and not knowing how to end. So, for a while they sat together in silence. Soon Jess laid his head on hers and stated softly, "You know Ror, there are such things as miracles."
Rory slowly nodded her head in agreement, while the tears still flowed.
"And there's always prayer," she added.
Jess smiled softly, "yes, there is always prayer."
The next morning Jess awoke to an empty apartment, a note on the counter stated that Rory had gone to Tristan's and would be back after lunch. Grabbing a pop tart out of the cupboard he went back to his room and watched cartoons in bed.
"So how did your date go last night?" Rory asked Joe as the two sat at the Dugrey's kitchen table.
"It was okay, the girl was sweet, but hardly talked at all, I felt like I was pulling the conversation out of her," Joe replied smiling.
"Ahh yes, I understand, although I was quite the opposite, I would just ramble,"
"I'd rather have had a rambler,"
"So where are we going today ma'am?" Tristan asked as he emerged from his room in a navy blue turtle neck sweater and jeans. His scraggly hair was styled the best it could and his sweater lay loosely on his frail body.
"First off, you look mighty handsome and second I thought we'd get some fresh air," Rory replied standing up and going over to the couch to get her coat.
"Sounds good, Joe want to come?" Tristan asked his son who sat reading the paper.
"Oh no, you guys go ahead,"
"We'll be back soon," Rory stated as she hooked arms with Tristan and led him out of the apartment down the stairs and outside.
"In the afternoons I like to sit at my window and watch the people walk hurriedly by, and everyday at exactly 2:35 a elderly man and woman walk down the sidewalk in front of my apartment holding hands. But the thing I like the most about them, is everyday they always look more and more in love with each other," Tristan said as he smiled brightly at the thought.
Rory smiled too, yet stifled back the envious tears that they would never be able to grow old together.
Tristan picked up on this and squeezed her hand.
"Ror, we may never grow to a ripe old age together, but we are together now, and that's enough for me," Tristan stated kissing her forehead.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything pertaining to this show or pop tarts
Rory sat on her couch that night, staring absent mindedly at an info commercial. The words "six months" played over and over in her head, shooting their painful meaning into every thought that entered her mind and into every tear that rolled down her cheek. Eventually Jess arrived home from his date, bursting through the door with a boyish grin on his handsome face. He quickly noticed the burdened and saddened woman he loved like a sister sobbing on the couch. Rushing over to her he wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest.
"Rory, what's wrong?" he asked, rubbing her arm with his hand affectionately.
"He-only-has-six months," Rory mumbled through the tears.
Jess closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, not knowing where to begin and not knowing how to end. So, for a while they sat together in silence. Soon Jess laid his head on hers and stated softly, "You know Ror, there are such things as miracles."
Rory slowly nodded her head in agreement, while the tears still flowed.
"And there's always prayer," she added.
Jess smiled softly, "yes, there is always prayer."
The next morning Jess awoke to an empty apartment, a note on the counter stated that Rory had gone to Tristan's and would be back after lunch. Grabbing a pop tart out of the cupboard he went back to his room and watched cartoons in bed.
"So how did your date go last night?" Rory asked Joe as the two sat at the Dugrey's kitchen table.
"It was okay, the girl was sweet, but hardly talked at all, I felt like I was pulling the conversation out of her," Joe replied smiling.
"Ahh yes, I understand, although I was quite the opposite, I would just ramble,"
"I'd rather have had a rambler,"
"So where are we going today ma'am?" Tristan asked as he emerged from his room in a navy blue turtle neck sweater and jeans. His scraggly hair was styled the best it could and his sweater lay loosely on his frail body.
"First off, you look mighty handsome and second I thought we'd get some fresh air," Rory replied standing up and going over to the couch to get her coat.
"Sounds good, Joe want to come?" Tristan asked his son who sat reading the paper.
"Oh no, you guys go ahead,"
"We'll be back soon," Rory stated as she hooked arms with Tristan and led him out of the apartment down the stairs and outside.
"In the afternoons I like to sit at my window and watch the people walk hurriedly by, and everyday at exactly 2:35 a elderly man and woman walk down the sidewalk in front of my apartment holding hands. But the thing I like the most about them, is everyday they always look more and more in love with each other," Tristan said as he smiled brightly at the thought.
Rory smiled too, yet stifled back the envious tears that they would never be able to grow old together.
Tristan picked up on this and squeezed her hand.
"Ror, we may never grow to a ripe old age together, but we are together now, and that's enough for me," Tristan stated kissing her forehead.