A/N: Hey you guys, I hope you liked the last chapter; I worked on making it right. So thank you all the reviews, I feel really loved. Thanks again, and I hope that you'll like this chapter as well.
Disclaimer: I own only the plot... well, that's not true! I own my markers, my imagination, my CDs, my computer, my room, my clothes... the list goes on and on.
Summary: When Tristan and Rory's marriage starts to fall apart, can they fix it in time?
Chapter 11: Guest
Rory put the rest of her books in the box. That was it. All her stuff was out of their room, and in the guest room downstairs, farthest away from him as possible.
She started to walk down to the stairs. Great: she just had to run into him at the bottom of the steps, him just walking in the front door.
They stood that way for a long moment, just staring at each others blue eyes. They stared out their anger; their sadness; and their need for each other, until there was nothing else there.
Rory's voice brought them both out into the world again. "I'm moving into a guest room," then she brushed past him, "Just so you know."
And with that, Tristan swept upstairs and fell on his bed. The bed that was meant to have both of them in it. He looked around the room with his eyes, seeing that she took everything that was hers, and the room was empty. He then took a thought at his place on the bed, sideways, on the bed.
He longed for her. For her fragrance; her touch; but mostly her love. It was his entire fault.
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Rory looked at the clock for the one billionth time. It was still the same. 2:13 AM. She couldn't sleep. She needed him. She needed his arms around her, protecting her. She needed his lips, kissing her forehead.
It was all her fault.
A/N: Short chapter, but I think that it stood for a lot of meaning. Don't you think? Well, I will start to write a chapter tonight, and hopefully have it out tomorrow at the latest. See ya.
Paige