SUMMARY: How far are you willing to go for love?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Gilmore Girls or its characters – the only thing I came up with was the story line, and a few characters.

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Prologue

Never start something you can't finish. That's what I've always been told. But since when has anyone ever known me to listen to good advice?

I'm stubborn. I'm reckless. I'm proud. But above all, I'm a DuGrey. That pretty much sums it up, wouldn't you say?

Don't get me wrong; I'm not all bad. And my life isn't quite as pitiful as you'd think. I've got pretty much everything you could ever want – looks; wealth; smarts; even popularity. You'd think that would be enough. Well, you thought wrong.

As much as it seems like I've got everything, there's always something more out there.

I don't know what I'm looking for. I don't know what I expected. All I know for sure is that everything changed the moment I saw her.

Those eyes. They still haunt me, an unexpected flash of deep blue eyes that sparkle with the promise of – the promise of what, exactly? Salvation? Innocence? Understanding? All three, perhaps. But then again, maybe I saw in her eyes only what I wanted to see.

Rory Gilmore. My one weakness.

She saw through everything – saw through the walls I'd painstakingly put up around me. And though I thought at first she understood me, it became clear as time went on that she didn't. You see, my defences had become so impenetrable that she couldn't help seeing what everyone else saw. I couldn't blame her for that.

Sometimes I'm inclined to think it's a curse, being a DuGrey. What good is it being all that I am if no one really wants to see beneath the surface?

I know what you're thinking: "Poor little rich boy, feeling sorry for himself." And I despise myself for being this weak, but…I can't help it. Especially when it comes to her.

As I sit here now thinking back on everything that's happened, it puzzles me how I struggle to put into words all my jumbled thoughts and emotions. I never used to be this way. This is not who I am! Maybe that's what I resent most.

She doesn't even know. I don't think she gives a damn, anyway.

But that's not going to stop me. One way or another, I will get what I want. Because I always get what I want. Just wait and see.

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