Claim: I own Bella, Ryan and maybe a few short scene characters…
AN: I'm a little rusty, considering I haven't written any fan fiction in months… This chapter is Rory P.O.V
Sum it up: "I never cared that much," Rory stubbornly retorted, and watched as he sauntered out of her life…again.
Mental notes:
-Future fic
-a little angst drama
-sarcasm and comedy of course )
-Let's just say something more happened during 'Run away little boy'
-Rory is living in NYC
-Takes place three years after her graduation at Yale
Warning: Short chapters…
Feedback: would be beautiful
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I thought I heard his voice…
His charming, calm and collected tone, ordering his morning coffee
I cleared my mind of these insane thoughts, and continued to read
But something nudged me, and reluctant as I was, I slowly glanced up
He wasn't there…
The bell on the café door sounded, as did my eyes
It was too late, he was already gone
And as I reverted back to my book, I reminded myself that I'm insane
Insane, it's not exactly the word my psychiatrist used to describe me
But the look in her eyes said it for her…
I'm broken
In between two different realities
And I wonder where in life I took the wrong path
I wonder many things…
I am victim of divorce papers
The papers I had drawn up two months ago
The papers that I never got signed
The papers that I insist in hiding from my husband
He would never understand…
I am victim of a beautiful child
A child whom takes on the features of her grandmother more everyday
A grandmother who wanted to care, but I refused to let her
I am victim of my own abuse…