𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨.
gilmore girls universe.
𐙚 | B L U E ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
─── blue eyes like the sea on a
cold, rainy day
❝ 𝘉𝘓𝘜𝘌 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘠 𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘌𝘚 ❞
Luciana Danes is the daughter of the famous Luke Dan...
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter twenty-six, Gilmore Girls — Season Two
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May 11th, 2001
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[ LUCY'S POV ]
❝I LOVE YOU❞ is what I say, and I'm greeted with the beautiful sound of... silence.
Not hearing the words— the three words and eight letters— in my own ears from him shattered me in different ways, ways I hadn't expected. My chest tightens, my eyes widen in surprise and I slouch back in the seat in defeat. I feel foolish, embarrassed and ashamed that I said that.
I reach for the door handle, my eyes glistening with tears because I can't believe I did this. Have I ruined this? Was saying "I love you" the wrong thing to do? Did I say it too soon?
I believed we were on the right page, the page that ends in tears and laughter. I believed the page was there, that we were on it, declaring our love and having an ultimate kiss— one that would confirm everything. I believed after six months, we'd be at this stage but I was... I was wrong.
Tristan reaches out, stopping me from getting out the car. "Luce..." I don't turn to look at him. I don't want to see the sympathy on his face, so I stay and stare at the door handle. "Luce, please look at me. I'm sorry, I—"
I glance at him, my heart pounding, and I hate the look on his face— the look of sorrow, of sympathy for me. "You don't love me," I say, my voice cracking as I register the words. "I get it."
Tristan sighs, and he slumps back in his seat. He looks frustrated, and I don't wish to frustrate him any longer. I should just get out this car and leave him be but I, for some insane reason, can't walk away from him.
I love him. I really love him.
"Lucy, it's not that I don't, I just—" He pauses, and I stare down at my hands as I wait for him to find his words. "I can't say it. I have to mean it, okay? I want to mean it when I say it. I—"
"I get it," I say again, my voice cracking again.
"No, Lucy, you don't." Tristan turns to look at me, and I continue to stare down at the door handle. "Luce, please look at me."
