Claim: I own Bella, Ryan and maybe a few short scene characters…
AN: I'm review greedy…sue me
Lol…Just kidding! You know I love all of you!
Sum it up: "I never cared that much," Rory stubbornly retorted, and watched as he sauntered out of her life…again.
Mental notes:
-flash backs will be represented in italic
-Less dialogue than most of my stories
-More happened during Rory's time at Yale
-I love Trory )
Warning: Short chapters…
Feedback: would be beautiful
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(Her heart began to beat erratically in her chest, as she watched him drop his head low.
"I can't keep doing this Rory… we can't keep doing this."
She listened to his words, slowly realizing what he was saying, but not believing it to be true. "What…what are you saying?"
"I need to know that this," he waved between them, and finally lifted his eyes to hers, "is going to work"
She hesitated, and placed a hand on his arm, "Tristan…I don't know."
"I need to know…"
"Why?"
He tensed up automatically… "Because if there is not a place for me in your future than I don't want to waste my time," his words came out harsher than intended, but she needed to know.
Her hands fell down to her sides, and she bowed her head in shame. "I mean, what are we doing? Two years ago I wouldn't have thought twice about us being together- it wouldn't be possible…And now," she shook her head, "I just don't know."
"But we could have sex," he let out a low sigh, "right?"
"Tris…" she started, tears coming to her pure blue eyes. "You know it's not like that…I mean, there's so much going on in my life right now and I just don't need another thing to worry about."
Ouch…
"So, I'm just adding to your list of worries?" he hissed, dropping his gaze once more. "Wow. I didn't know it was that bad."
"No…" she sighed, and grabbed his hand tightly, "it's not that. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to let the world be apart of what we have…"
"And what do we have?" he asked, more calmly.
She tried to smile, and reassure him that she felt great things for him, but she had no idea how to tell him. The fact was- Rory wasn't use to expressing her feelings…especially after the incident with dean, and the sin she committed by sleeping with him. But Tristan would understand…wouldn't he? She remained silent, contemplating many thoughts running through her mind, and he pained at her silence.
And then he did something that she couldn't quite fathom before- he lifted her chin, placing a short kiss upon her lips. He left her like that; he simply walked away, shut the door behind him, and never returned…)
Rory awoke- wide eyed- and gasping for air. She hated to go to sleep at night- absolutely hated it. With sleep came dreams- with dreams came nightmares- and with nightmares came this particular one that Rory happened to have every night for the past few days.
But it wasn't really a dream or a nightmare…
It was a memory
A very sad memory to be exact
So Rory Gilmore did what she usually does when she awakes a bit too early in the morning because of a horrible sleep- she hunted out some delicious coffee…
It was precisely seven thirty in the morning and Bella was fast asleep- her brown locks pushed out of her hair for comfort.
Rory slowly pulled the covers over her daughter- who fought with the flowery comforter in the night- and kissed her forehead lightly. She then walked out of the room and down the strip.
"Lisa," she called to her housekeeper softly.
"Ah, Mrs. Gilmore," Lisa smiled, and finished wiping down the counters, "why are you up so early?"
"Had a bad dream," Rory frowned, and put on her walking shoes. "Can you make sure Bella is alright? Just check on her occasionally, I should be back in a few…"
"Sure thing Mrs. Gilmore…"
"How many times do I have to tell you- It's Rory."
"Until I remember, Mrs. Gilmore…"
"Okay Lisa," Rory smiled, making her way out of the double doors.
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Rory sipped on her hot coffee, already feeling better. She was so fascinated by the comforting beverage that she barely heard the sound of the café bell alarm, and she barely heard her name being called lightly.
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Tristan didn't know what he was doing- he knew it was her, but why was he calling to her? What would he say? More importantly- what would she say? After years of unspoken words- or any contact at all- here she was…within his reach. He couldn't get her name out fast enough.
But like the idiot he is he slowly approached her, noticing the small changes in her appearance. Her hair was long, very long considering the last time he seen her it was cut to her chin. It flowed in layers- a few inches above her waist, and it was beautiful.
Not even noticing that he actually sat down across from her, he met with a pair of piercing blue eyes…the same piercing blue eyes, but now they held an emotion he couldn't unfold at the moment.
And her beautiful blue eyes went wide; obviously shocked that he was sitting before her and not saying a word at that.
When he noticed this, he opened his mouth, "Mare…" He hadn't meant to sound so friendly by calling her by her former nickname but it just slipped as if it was the most normal thing in the world. At one point in time it was the most normal thing in the world, but that time was over…
'Tristan…" she barely got the name out, and placed a hand on her shaking leg. Only yesterday she realized that he was back in Hartford. And only yesterday had she realized how unresolved everything was between them…
And now here he was…right in front of her.
It was the weirdest kind of coincidence…
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I don't mean for it to be so short, but that's just the way these chapters seem to end.
Now that I introduced Tristan into the story- the questions will be unraveled slowly.
Excuse me for my review greed
I did write this story for me
I love this story
I always write a few chapters in advance
So I already like it…
But, I guess I got so caught up in the good feeling I get by receiving reviews- I didn't see the bigger picture
I apologize!
Please read on…
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