Too Many Thoughts

Sure, she had told herself that this was the right thing, but what it came down to was her love for Tristan. She loved him more than anything in this world and she had given it up. What was she thinking? How could he ever forgive her? He couldn't; he wouldn't. She feared that this was the truth; that she would never be able to lie down in his arms again, never experience his kiss again, never look into his deep eyes the same again.

She sat down on the bench, unaware that the bus had already left. She started to break down again. She brought her legs up to her chest and rolled into a ball, hoping that no one would see her.

"Rory?"

She looked up and saw him. Those radiant blue eyes, those luscious lips. She gave a faint smile before bringing her head down again.

He sat down next to her, gently bringing his hand to her back, rubbing soft circles. "What's wrong?"

She didn't understand. Why is he being so nice? She had just broken up with him in front of the whole school, but he still continued to be the caring guy she had come to love. She turned her head so that she could face him. In a small voice, she replied, "I missed my bus."

He nodded in understanding, but both knew that that wasn't the reason why she was crying.

"I'll give you a ride home." He got up and took her hand, dragging her with him to his car.

"Tristan, I can't let you do that. I live far away and it would just be too much of a hassle for you," she explained while trying to hold back his pull.

"Rory," he let out in a stern voice. "I'm taking you home. End of story." He dragged her the rest of the way and sat her down in the passenger seat. After he got in too, she let out a soft 'thank you'.