She by Anastasia Athene
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Gilmore Girls. Things would be very very different if I did.
A/N: This is my foray back into the world of fanfiction. It's been…oh, jeez, I don't even know how long it's been. Hah, no one probably noticed I was gone :) But that's okay. I wrote this in twenty minutes. Literati, of course. I guess it's AU, since I don't think this will happen. I think I have inklings of a continuation, so look out for that.
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It is she, she of the broken, shattered romance, she of the piercing rejection, she of the fabled blue eyes that are too wide at times. It is the she that stirs up the occasional desire to write a novel. Or a memoir. It is the she he never expected to see again. It is the she that he still pines for desperately. It is because of she that he hates himself sometimes.
And now, it is she who buzzed downstairs. It is she who waits in the stifling city heat for him to make up his mind.
Do I let she in? Do I turn away, as she did?
What do I do?For not the first time in his life, he's lost. And the questions still whirl around him.
Why is she here? Can she possibly feel…?
He doesn't want to finish that question.
What do I do? he repeats in his turbulent head.
Do I love she enough to sacrifice my dignity?The buzzer rings again in the small apartment.
"Jess?" she asks tentatively in that hummingbird voice that she has.
Decision. What now?
He presses the intercom button and his voice echoes down three floors to the she who is waiting, the she who is broken, the she who regrets more than her ingénue eyes should.
"Rory."
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