𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒 is the daughter of Luke Danes, and is always second best to the already perfect Rory Gilmore, somebody who Lucy has compared herself to her entire school life until Rory is accepted to the prestigious school, Chilton, somew...
⋆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."
I look directly at him. "What?"
"I've had a lot of people say it to me before." Gee, what a way to make me feel better. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say but— Okay, what I mean is, people have said it to me and not meant it. They just say it to get with me or..." He knows he's not making this situation any better, but he still continues to talk, "And I've said to people and not meant it, Lucy, but I want to mean it with you. I'm crazy about you."
