Graveyard Love *Being Rewritten*

Someday I'll Love Her

****Andrew's POV**** 

'Of all the things in this world that I want, your pity is not one of them' Rory snapped at me and I froze. We had been arguing for a little over a hour, I don't even know how it all started, I just asked her if she was ok and she snapped at me and now here we are, 

'I don't pity you Rory' she scoffed, 

'Yes you do!!! ever since I told you that I nearly relapsed you've been treating me like I'm going crack anytime' I stared at her like she was crazy, 

'I would never pity you' she shot me a hard glare, 

'You do!! I didn't say anything before because I hoped it would go away but it hasn't and now you have your wish because I finally snapped' 

'It's not pity, if I'm concerned about my girlfriend' I sat down on my couch, we were at my house since Sophie was busy getting her showcase ready for tomorrow and my parents were over at her's, so I took Rory out, 

'Concerned my ass!!!' she shot back and started pacing the floor, I looked up at her, her disheveled appearance, bags under her eyes, she's barely been sleeping and her eyes were red and lifeless, she had her guard up. She was acting like a caged animal, begging to be freed, I looked down at my hands, was I pitying her against my knowing, I would never intentionally do that, after all I've been through. All we've been through. All she's been through. The last thing either of us wants is pity. 

'Rory' I started softly, her eyes snapped to mines, 

'I'm sorry, I would never intentionally pity you, people like us, don't need pity, we need understanding and comfort' I don't know what it was, if she saw something in my facial expression but she started to calm down. She was still breathing too hard for my liking and she wasn't talking, I could tell she was struggling to keep her guard up, I saw brief flashes of hurt and defeat in her eyes, she was probably trying to decide if I was worth the forgiveness. 

'Hey, come here' I grabbed her hand and pulled her to onto my lap when I thought she was taking too long, 

'Talk to me, from the beginning, please' she sighed and buried her face in my neck like she always does but her face was tilted so her voice won't be muffled when she talks, 

'It's just...I nearly relapsed, I needed you to support me and understand me, not give me pity like Sophie and the others, you of all people should have known better and when I saw the pity, it hurt me because no matter what, I would never pity you. After the situations we were in I just expected better of you' I rubbed her back comfortingly while I processed her words, did I really pity her, that would explain everything, why she's been so cold with me, with everyone. 

'Rory,' she started fighting up against me, 'Stop Rory, listen'  

'No!! You have that damn pity voice, I don't want to talk to you anymore' she pushed herself off of me and turned to me, 

'You need to get your act together Andrew Foster! I don't want your pity!' she stormed off out the door after that. What the hell just happened?

It had been about two hours since she stormed off, I was still sitting in the same spot as before running my fingers through my hair, I know I should be looking for her but I just knew she was safe, she was probably at the beach, on the rocks. I didn't know how to make this right, I needed to fix this. Rory's my lifeline, she's the support that I need, these past days have been hell since we have been on edge.  

I stood up, grabbed my car keys and hoodie and headed out my door, I knew how to make this right, two minutes later I was speeding down the road towards the beach, when I got there I knew I was right, she was sitting on the rocks, her knees pulled into her chest,