I'll Be Brief (Trory) Tristan goes to school that fateful night of the
play. He plans on just saying good-bye and then leaving, but she asks him
to stay…for just the play and he can never refuse her.
Hmmm gonna begin with a transcript of that night (I love http://gilmore- girls.net). You can skip or whatever. Not too much of my own writing, just slicing in their thoughts as the dialogue for the play goes on. Very short.
Tristan: Can't.
Paris: What?
Tristan: Actually, my dad had me pulled out of school. He… [Paris walks away] … and is she unhappy.
Rory: What do you mean he had you pulled out of school? What happened?
Tristan: Nothing. Just ticked the old man off, that's all.
Rory: By doing what? Tristan, come on, tell me.
Tristan: I got in some trouble.
Rory: Trouble involving?
Tristan: Involving Duncan and Bowman, and Bowman's dad's safe.
Rory: Oh no.
Tristan: I mean, Bowman had a key. It was supposed to be no big deal. And the crazy silent alarm kicked in.
Rory: You broke into Bowman's dad's safe?
Tristan: Yes.
Rory: Stupid.
Tristan: Yes.
Rory: Well, okay, you can apologize and you can put back the money and you can explain that, I don't know, you were going through something.
Tristan: I was, I was going through his safe.
Rory: Why would you do this?
Tristan: I don't know. I guess that's something I can ponder at military school.
Rory: Military school?
Tristan: The police are letting our parents handle it, and in my case that means military school in North Carolina.
Rory: I don't know what to say.
Tristan: Well, I imagine you're overwhelmed with the relief in knowing that soon I will be gone.
Rory: I'm so sorry.
Tristan: Well, I'm a big boy. I can handle it.
Rory: There's nothing you can…
[Tristan's dad calls him from down the hall]
Mr. DuGrey: Tristan, come on.
Tristan: I gotta go. So, I might kiss you goodbye but, uh, your boyfriend's watching. Take care of yourself, Mary.
Rory just stared in fear as she watched Tristan walk down that hallway, with each step, it hit her more and more. He would be gone from her life. Forever most likely. She missed him while he attended the same school as her, she couldn't begin to imagine what she would feel with him being gone so completely. No more second chances. No more glances they'd shoot at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. No walking down the halls in the morning and seeing him leaned up again the lockers as he talked to his friends or his female of the day. Something in Rory begged her to do anything in her power to keep that pain away for as long as she could. So out of nowhere the word "Stop" flew from her mouth.
He turned and the look on his face was of total shock. She ran over to him and prayed that the tears she felt inside were not yet showing. "Mr. DuGrey please let Tristan perform in the play. It's fifty percent of our final grade and no one knows the lines like Tristan. Please we just need twenty minutes."
Tristan's father looked sternly at Rory, but her face was so innocent and pure and full of hope and worry that he couldn't refuse. "We leave the moment you die" he said glaring at his son.
"Suiting considering I'm going to hell." Tristan muttered as Rory pulled him away.
"Shhh"
"Why'd you do that?" he asked as she lead him down the hall.
"I don't know, probably trying to save myself from kissing Paris. How much you wanna bet, the outfit's already on?" She said smiling and lying, then she noticed his eyes had shifted away from her glance and his mouth was wide open. She followed his gaze and Paris in Romeo's garb, she started laughing so hard she would have hit the floor if Tristan hadn't caught her and supported her weight until the fit stop.
"Does this mean what I think it does?" she asked as the two continued to laugh
"Uh huh" Rory said as the laughter was reduced to more of a hiccupping "Go change"
As Rory and Tristan waited outside for Paris, they just looked at each other in silence for a while.
"I'm gonna miss you." Rory whispered, "I'm not lying."
"Why?"
"I don't know" she shakes her head "who else will be here to torture me?"
"Paris?" he said with a sad smile
"No she's just mean, you were…" she smiles
"I was what Mary?" he lifts up her chin as she attempts to lower it, it causes her to look him straight in the eye
"Entertaining"
"So glad to have made your life more amusing." she could hear the hurt in his voice, but as she was about to explain Paris emerged and handed the outfit to Tristan.
"Hurry, we're supposed to be on in…Oh god, we're supposed to be starting in a minute." She notices Tristan just staring at her "For Christ's sake, GO CHANGE."
Rory stood off on the side of the stage as Tristan spoke; spoke of their love, of her being gone. Of course it was Juliet that was being talked about, not her. Or at least that was what she thought. What she didn't know that as Tristan said "I dreamt my lady came and found me dead, -- Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reviv'd, and was an emperor."
She didn't know that he too was thinking of that solitary kiss on the piano bench. She didn't know that one single kiss had impacted his life as greatly as it did. The emotions in it drove her to tears; the emotions in it made him realize that he'd been dead until he met her. She drove into him as no other ever had. He'd always realized that something great was missing from his life, but he didn't realize until her that it didn't have to be that way.
She stayed on the side and watched him act, only she didn't realize it wasn't acting that every line was said about her. The poison was what he had done when he realize she was lost to him. The day she told Dean she loved him, he did everything in his power to destroy his life. She was gone, what was the point of living. He'd been given that fleeting shot at being whole and had lost, it was like trying to live without a limb, no that's not right. It's like being paralyzed from the neck down. You can see your body, you remember everything it used to do, dream of it constantly. Yet it's just there to torture you, remind you of everything that should have been and you're frozen.
As Rory's scene approached Paris shoved a tissue at her and told her to compose herself. Rory just wondered if Paris realized that her tears weren't from the play as much as her coming to terms that she was losing everything she'd never even had.
Finally it was her scene. She was just laying there with her eyes closed and she smelled his arrival, he always smelled so incredibly amazing. She would never smell it again though. Then she heard his words to her as he was done talking to Louise, who was playing Paris.
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.--
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin!--Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous;
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that I still will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids: O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.--Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!--
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love! [Drinks.]--O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die.
~~~Tears had been streaming down Rory's cheeks as she lay there unmoving during his speech, she heard such great emotion in his voice that she couldn't help but cry, all it did was remind her of how much she was losing. And as their lips met in what she knew would be their second kiss and second to last. She did not just lie there; she kissed him back softly. Two kisses and they had both moved her to tears. She knew she was not alone though because she'd felt one of his hit her face as he leaned over.
As much as she wanted to collapse into tears then and there, she knew she could not. She awoke to Paris playing the Friar and was told of Tristan's death. That's when she let the tears begin to fall again. She tried to remain strong, but how could she, she was saying good-bye to the man she loved.~~~
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:--
O churl! drink all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after?--I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative.
~ I kissed him and felt the warmth of his lips against mine. His kiss was sweet and gentle and made the pain a thousand times worse. No this cannot be the end. I do not want to say good-bye. I want to scream at the top of my lungs that I love him, I don't care about his reputation, none of that matters to me. I know the truth and the truth is he isn't the cad, the player they all thought him to be. He's amazing and I'm losing him~~
Juliet. Yea, noise?--Then I'll be brief.--O happy dagger!
[Snatching Romeo's dagger.]
This is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die.
~~I fell unto him and remained there as they finished the play. Tristan moved his hand, which was hidden from the audience and placed it against my back. I sought as much refuge as I could against the warmth that radiate from his body as I lay there. This was it, this is the end and as the words "For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo." I began to cry again, we were no more.
As the curtain fell Tristan was forced to leave immediately. I wonder if he heard the rounds of applauds we got. As I looked out unto the audience through my tears I saw I was not alone. We had moved our audience to tears; we had made them feel our emotions, our pain, our loss. We were star-crossed lovers as cliché as it sounded. Our names, our families who created the people we are. He was a boy who didn't know how to love and I was a girl afraid of it. Our time together was brief, but unforgettable. Three kisses and he's the only one that ever made me cry.
Hmmm gonna begin with a transcript of that night (I love http://gilmore- girls.net). You can skip or whatever. Not too much of my own writing, just slicing in their thoughts as the dialogue for the play goes on. Very short.
Tristan: Can't.
Paris: What?
Tristan: Actually, my dad had me pulled out of school. He… [Paris walks away] … and is she unhappy.
Rory: What do you mean he had you pulled out of school? What happened?
Tristan: Nothing. Just ticked the old man off, that's all.
Rory: By doing what? Tristan, come on, tell me.
Tristan: I got in some trouble.
Rory: Trouble involving?
Tristan: Involving Duncan and Bowman, and Bowman's dad's safe.
Rory: Oh no.
Tristan: I mean, Bowman had a key. It was supposed to be no big deal. And the crazy silent alarm kicked in.
Rory: You broke into Bowman's dad's safe?
Tristan: Yes.
Rory: Stupid.
Tristan: Yes.
Rory: Well, okay, you can apologize and you can put back the money and you can explain that, I don't know, you were going through something.
Tristan: I was, I was going through his safe.
Rory: Why would you do this?
Tristan: I don't know. I guess that's something I can ponder at military school.
Rory: Military school?
Tristan: The police are letting our parents handle it, and in my case that means military school in North Carolina.
Rory: I don't know what to say.
Tristan: Well, I imagine you're overwhelmed with the relief in knowing that soon I will be gone.
Rory: I'm so sorry.
Tristan: Well, I'm a big boy. I can handle it.
Rory: There's nothing you can…
[Tristan's dad calls him from down the hall]
Mr. DuGrey: Tristan, come on.
Tristan: I gotta go. So, I might kiss you goodbye but, uh, your boyfriend's watching. Take care of yourself, Mary.
Rory just stared in fear as she watched Tristan walk down that hallway, with each step, it hit her more and more. He would be gone from her life. Forever most likely. She missed him while he attended the same school as her, she couldn't begin to imagine what she would feel with him being gone so completely. No more second chances. No more glances they'd shoot at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. No walking down the halls in the morning and seeing him leaned up again the lockers as he talked to his friends or his female of the day. Something in Rory begged her to do anything in her power to keep that pain away for as long as she could. So out of nowhere the word "Stop" flew from her mouth.
He turned and the look on his face was of total shock. She ran over to him and prayed that the tears she felt inside were not yet showing. "Mr. DuGrey please let Tristan perform in the play. It's fifty percent of our final grade and no one knows the lines like Tristan. Please we just need twenty minutes."
Tristan's father looked sternly at Rory, but her face was so innocent and pure and full of hope and worry that he couldn't refuse. "We leave the moment you die" he said glaring at his son.
"Suiting considering I'm going to hell." Tristan muttered as Rory pulled him away.
"Shhh"
"Why'd you do that?" he asked as she lead him down the hall.
"I don't know, probably trying to save myself from kissing Paris. How much you wanna bet, the outfit's already on?" She said smiling and lying, then she noticed his eyes had shifted away from her glance and his mouth was wide open. She followed his gaze and Paris in Romeo's garb, she started laughing so hard she would have hit the floor if Tristan hadn't caught her and supported her weight until the fit stop.
"Does this mean what I think it does?" she asked as the two continued to laugh
"Uh huh" Rory said as the laughter was reduced to more of a hiccupping "Go change"
As Rory and Tristan waited outside for Paris, they just looked at each other in silence for a while.
"I'm gonna miss you." Rory whispered, "I'm not lying."
"Why?"
"I don't know" she shakes her head "who else will be here to torture me?"
"Paris?" he said with a sad smile
"No she's just mean, you were…" she smiles
"I was what Mary?" he lifts up her chin as she attempts to lower it, it causes her to look him straight in the eye
"Entertaining"
"So glad to have made your life more amusing." she could hear the hurt in his voice, but as she was about to explain Paris emerged and handed the outfit to Tristan.
"Hurry, we're supposed to be on in…Oh god, we're supposed to be starting in a minute." She notices Tristan just staring at her "For Christ's sake, GO CHANGE."
Rory stood off on the side of the stage as Tristan spoke; spoke of their love, of her being gone. Of course it was Juliet that was being talked about, not her. Or at least that was what she thought. What she didn't know that as Tristan said "I dreamt my lady came and found me dead, -- Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reviv'd, and was an emperor."
She didn't know that he too was thinking of that solitary kiss on the piano bench. She didn't know that one single kiss had impacted his life as greatly as it did. The emotions in it drove her to tears; the emotions in it made him realize that he'd been dead until he met her. She drove into him as no other ever had. He'd always realized that something great was missing from his life, but he didn't realize until her that it didn't have to be that way.
She stayed on the side and watched him act, only she didn't realize it wasn't acting that every line was said about her. The poison was what he had done when he realize she was lost to him. The day she told Dean she loved him, he did everything in his power to destroy his life. She was gone, what was the point of living. He'd been given that fleeting shot at being whole and had lost, it was like trying to live without a limb, no that's not right. It's like being paralyzed from the neck down. You can see your body, you remember everything it used to do, dream of it constantly. Yet it's just there to torture you, remind you of everything that should have been and you're frozen.
As Rory's scene approached Paris shoved a tissue at her and told her to compose herself. Rory just wondered if Paris realized that her tears weren't from the play as much as her coming to terms that she was losing everything she'd never even had.
Finally it was her scene. She was just laying there with her eyes closed and she smelled his arrival, he always smelled so incredibly amazing. She would never smell it again though. Then she heard his words to her as he was done talking to Louise, who was playing Paris.
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.--
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin!--Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous;
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that I still will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids: O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.--Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!--
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love! [Drinks.]--O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die.
~~~Tears had been streaming down Rory's cheeks as she lay there unmoving during his speech, she heard such great emotion in his voice that she couldn't help but cry, all it did was remind her of how much she was losing. And as their lips met in what she knew would be their second kiss and second to last. She did not just lie there; she kissed him back softly. Two kisses and they had both moved her to tears. She knew she was not alone though because she'd felt one of his hit her face as he leaned over.
As much as she wanted to collapse into tears then and there, she knew she could not. She awoke to Paris playing the Friar and was told of Tristan's death. That's when she let the tears begin to fall again. She tried to remain strong, but how could she, she was saying good-bye to the man she loved.~~~
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:--
O churl! drink all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after?--I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative.
~ I kissed him and felt the warmth of his lips against mine. His kiss was sweet and gentle and made the pain a thousand times worse. No this cannot be the end. I do not want to say good-bye. I want to scream at the top of my lungs that I love him, I don't care about his reputation, none of that matters to me. I know the truth and the truth is he isn't the cad, the player they all thought him to be. He's amazing and I'm losing him~~
Juliet. Yea, noise?--Then I'll be brief.--O happy dagger!
[Snatching Romeo's dagger.]
This is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die.
~~I fell unto him and remained there as they finished the play. Tristan moved his hand, which was hidden from the audience and placed it against my back. I sought as much refuge as I could against the warmth that radiate from his body as I lay there. This was it, this is the end and as the words "For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo." I began to cry again, we were no more.
As the curtain fell Tristan was forced to leave immediately. I wonder if he heard the rounds of applauds we got. As I looked out unto the audience through my tears I saw I was not alone. We had moved our audience to tears; we had made them feel our emotions, our pain, our loss. We were star-crossed lovers as cliché as it sounded. Our names, our families who created the people we are. He was a boy who didn't know how to love and I was a girl afraid of it. Our time together was brief, but unforgettable. Three kisses and he's the only one that ever made me cry.