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-eight, Gilmore Girls — Season Two
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June 6th, 2001
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[ LUCY'S POV ]
THE PHONE IN MY HAND RINGS AGAIN. This is the fifteenth time it's rang in the past two weeks, and each time I let it go to voicemail because I can't bring myself to answer. I know who awaits for me on the other end, and I simply can't talk to him.
It's been three weeks since our... breakup and we haven't spoken on the phone or in person. Tristan has been leaving me a voicemail every single day for the last two weeks, and I've failed to open any of them. I currently have about fifteen messages to open, but I'm too afraid to listen to the contents of said messages.
Sometimes I wonder if I should listen to one because it's not like I'm going to delete his number anytime soon. I can't bring myself to rid of him entirely because what if there's still a chance for us? What if we get a second chance?
I'm pathetic. Still hung up on my ex-boyfriend. However, I think he really does want to speak to me. I mean, fifteen voicemails sit in my cellphone so he must want to see me, talk to me, right?
Perhaps I should just listen to one.
Just one.
Screw it, I'm going to.
I hit the voicemail from two weeks ago and I hold the phone to my ear. When I hear Tristan's voice, the overwhelming ache in my chest comes back, and I hold a hand against my beating heart to stop myself from panicking.
I take a deep breath, and I listen, "Hey, Blue. It's day one of trying to win you back. I, uh, thought about you today and I thought I'd call. I'm not surprised you didn't answer. Maybe you don't want to, you know, see me ever again, and I get that but I'm not going to stop trying. I think we have something, Lucy. No, I know we have something here, and I'm so sorry I couldn't say those words to you, I just..." He pauses, and I hear him sigh. "It's really hard for me, Lucy, you have no idea, and I... I just miss you. I'm sorry."
I lower the phone from my ear, and I stare at it in my hand. One down, fourteen more to go but I refuse to listen to anymore. Hearing his voice once was hard enough, hearing it enough fourteen times will only hurt me.
Every single part of me wants to see him. I miss him more than he'll ever know— more than anyone knows— and I want to run off and see him. Is that pathetic? Probably, but I don't care. He's right in saying that we have something because I truly believe that we do.
