Tristan watched Rory breathe: in, out, in, out. He followed her lead: in,
out, in, out. He couldn't help thinking about her. What was she doing? How
was she feeling? What's going on? Why hadn't she woken up yet? How could he
do this to her? How could she do this to him?
All these questions were going through his head. He could stand it! He needed her to wake up... and soon.
"Please Rory, if you can hear me, please, just open your eyes... please..." his voice cracked on the last note, and he began to cry. He put his head on her bed, his fingers intertwined with hers. He couldn't live with out her. He needed her.
Rory
She was panting so much that her chest hurt. But that wouldn't stop her. That couldn't stop her. She heard his voice "just open your eyes" rang in her head, along with him sobbing.
She ran.
And ran.
And ran.
She wanted to be with him, again. She needed to be with him. I don't care how long it takes, she thought, I'm going to look at him, into his clear blue eyes, again.
Her head started to pound, but there was something in far front of her. But she was just so dizzy. But she couldn't stop. She wouldn't.
As she neared the object, her drowsy eyes made it out.
It was a white light, and she walked toward it cautiously.
She finally got up to it, but then saw it wasn't a light at all.
It was a ballroom. And there was only one couple dancing in the middle with others surrounding them. As she neared them, the made out their faces, it was her and Tristan.
She remembered this night. It was junior prom.
She remembered this dance. She was just declared prom queen, and him prom king. It was the most wonderful night of her life.
Then the memory turned to another.
--- She was yelling at Tristan, tears running down her cheeks for screaming so much. Rory looked at Tristan and saw the pain in his eyes.
"But Rory, we didn't do anything!" Rory made out, but it was blurred.
"Don't lie to me Tristan, Phoebe is a slut that'll get anything she wants, so don't you dare try!" Another tear slipped down her cheek.---
Rory recognized this fight. It was because Tristan had been stuck in the supply room with Phoebe Cliff and stayed in there all night until the janitor came in the next morning.
---"Rory, believe me! God, I love you! I would never do anything to hurt you."
Her face softened. "You love me?" she croaked. It was the first time he had said it to her.
Tristan replied a soft "yes," and approached Rory closer.---
Rory looked into Tristan's eyes looking at "hers." They were filled with genuine love, just as he told her the rest on the year.
--- "I... I love you, too." Rory had looked into the eyes of Tristan Janlen Dugrey, with the same look of affection he had used with her.---
The memory faded.
Another one came up.
It was when they were on the road.
--- She turned on the radio, because it was quite silent without it. She recognized the song. It was PJ Harvey. "Water," was the name of the song.
"Good song," she heard Tristan say.
"Good album," she replied.
Then she looked over to Tristan, and he was looking out the left window. Rory followed his gaze, and saw a car driving crazily along the interstate. It was cutting people off to go into their lane.---
She remembered this night, too. It all went so fast. Tears sprang to her eyes as she watched the rest.
--- Next the car wanted to go into their lane, but Tristan and her were too busy staring at him to put that into action. The car was about to hit them when Rory screamed. The car two cars crashed.---
Then the memory turned back into the light again. But this time, it had a hole in the middle. She wearily stepped through it.
Rory was jolted by a rush of air, as she opened her eyes. She was in a hospital room. Her eyes wandered to the sleeping beauty beside her.
A/N: Wow! That took me a long time to write! Review!
All these questions were going through his head. He could stand it! He needed her to wake up... and soon.
"Please Rory, if you can hear me, please, just open your eyes... please..." his voice cracked on the last note, and he began to cry. He put his head on her bed, his fingers intertwined with hers. He couldn't live with out her. He needed her.
Rory
She was panting so much that her chest hurt. But that wouldn't stop her. That couldn't stop her. She heard his voice "just open your eyes" rang in her head, along with him sobbing.
She ran.
And ran.
And ran.
She wanted to be with him, again. She needed to be with him. I don't care how long it takes, she thought, I'm going to look at him, into his clear blue eyes, again.
Her head started to pound, but there was something in far front of her. But she was just so dizzy. But she couldn't stop. She wouldn't.
As she neared the object, her drowsy eyes made it out.
It was a white light, and she walked toward it cautiously.
She finally got up to it, but then saw it wasn't a light at all.
It was a ballroom. And there was only one couple dancing in the middle with others surrounding them. As she neared them, the made out their faces, it was her and Tristan.
She remembered this night. It was junior prom.
She remembered this dance. She was just declared prom queen, and him prom king. It was the most wonderful night of her life.
Then the memory turned to another.
--- She was yelling at Tristan, tears running down her cheeks for screaming so much. Rory looked at Tristan and saw the pain in his eyes.
"But Rory, we didn't do anything!" Rory made out, but it was blurred.
"Don't lie to me Tristan, Phoebe is a slut that'll get anything she wants, so don't you dare try!" Another tear slipped down her cheek.---
Rory recognized this fight. It was because Tristan had been stuck in the supply room with Phoebe Cliff and stayed in there all night until the janitor came in the next morning.
---"Rory, believe me! God, I love you! I would never do anything to hurt you."
Her face softened. "You love me?" she croaked. It was the first time he had said it to her.
Tristan replied a soft "yes," and approached Rory closer.---
Rory looked into Tristan's eyes looking at "hers." They were filled with genuine love, just as he told her the rest on the year.
--- "I... I love you, too." Rory had looked into the eyes of Tristan Janlen Dugrey, with the same look of affection he had used with her.---
The memory faded.
Another one came up.
It was when they were on the road.
--- She turned on the radio, because it was quite silent without it. She recognized the song. It was PJ Harvey. "Water," was the name of the song.
"Good song," she heard Tristan say.
"Good album," she replied.
Then she looked over to Tristan, and he was looking out the left window. Rory followed his gaze, and saw a car driving crazily along the interstate. It was cutting people off to go into their lane.---
She remembered this night, too. It all went so fast. Tears sprang to her eyes as she watched the rest.
--- Next the car wanted to go into their lane, but Tristan and her were too busy staring at him to put that into action. The car was about to hit them when Rory screamed. The car two cars crashed.---
Then the memory turned back into the light again. But this time, it had a hole in the middle. She wearily stepped through it.
Rory was jolted by a rush of air, as she opened her eyes. She was in a hospital room. Her eyes wandered to the sleeping beauty beside her.
A/N: Wow! That took me a long time to write! Review!