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Jess' Point of View

"Go away and never, ever, ever come back" she screamed, pushing me away. But there was something else she wanted to say, something else she wanted to do, hiding in her sapphire eyes.

"Why?" I questioned honestly feeling like I was going to die the minute I walked away, which made me fall into a new spiral of hate. I was Jess Mariano; I didn't care for anyone, let alone this little girl in front of me. That's what Rory had become; a tiny, fragile girl, broken so badly I wasn't sure anyone could mend her. Anyone but me.

"Because every time I turn around your back in the Hallow, or in Philly, or wherever I happen to be that week. And then I let you back in and I let you see how much it hurts when you leave" she faltered for a second, clearly horrified at the amount she had said "I mean how I feel and then you run again. Maybe if I force you out you won't want to come back. Leave me alone Jess"

"Ok" I whispered, feeling broken. She hurts when I leave; she lets me in to her world knowing that she is going to hurt when I leave her again. Again! All of my mistakes stand in my way of having a girl I love, the girl I love, by my side.

Rory's point of view

I looked at him, knowing that he would get a great deal more from my eyes than from my words, and hoping that what he found would be enough to drive him away, permanently this time. He looked like he was about to crumble in front of my eyes, his full vulnerability on display for the first time in years. Staring at him he looked so like the boy I loved back in high school, the boy I still love to this day. His cracked plea broke the silence, begging me for an explanation, or an apology. I began to explode at him, feeling all the pain freshly renewed from all the times I had been left staring after him. I was ripped up that he needed an explanation that he had almost forgotten the heartbreak he had caused.

"Because every time I turn around your back in the Hallow, or in Philly, or wherever I happen to be that week. And then I let you back in and I let you see how much it hurts when you leave" I stopped dead, allowing my brain to catch up to my all too quick mouth. Processing my thoughts finally I spat "I mean how I feel and then you run again. Maybe if I force you out you won't want to come back. Leave me alone Jess" I sank onto the floor, too tired to maintain a façade. When I finally looked up, all I saw was a man I love, the man I love, fleeing from our bridge.

As I stared after his retreating back I saw him falter to a stop. Slowly he turned around to face me, tears dripping uncharacteristically from his cheeks. "I can't do this Ror, I can't hurt you again"