Snowfall
By Belle
Category: R/J
Rating: G
Summary: Rory's reflection on Jess' death.
A/N: This is just a short, one-part fic.

I trudged through the deserted streets, letting the past catch up with me. Two years. It had been two whole years since he entered my life and turned things upside down. And it had been exactly a year since he was taken away from me.

Sometimes I can hear his voice in my dreams. I can see him too. I have pictures, but they never did him any justice. He was beautiful, with those deep brown eyes that seemed to know everything about me. It was as if he could read my inner thoughts. He was gorgeous, and he was the answer to my prayers.

I walk along, the autumn leaves crunching beneath my feet. I think about the day I got the call, late last November. I had been sitting in my dorm, reading, when the phone rang. I had a dark foreshadowing before I picked it up. It was simple... I was told to fly home as soon as possible. He had been hit by a car.

I rushed into the hospital, demanding to see him. He was laying in bed, looking so fragile and beautiful at the same time. He opened his eyes when he saw me, yet didn't say a word for a long time. I kissed his forehead and whispered the three words I had been wanting to say for so long. "I love you too," he whispered back to me. Then he closed his eyes and floated off to an ethereal existence.

And now I am alone, wandering aimlessly. It is Thanksgiving day, and through the windows of the houses I pass, I can see families gathering with their loved ones to share a meal. I stop in front of the diner, where I see his uncle. He his all alone, holding his head in his hands.

I kneel on the ground, bringing my hands together. I pray for him, for my angel that was taken away from me too soon. I pray that he gives me a sign so I know that he's okay. And that's when the snowflakes begin to fall. Softly at first, making them seem almost heavenly.

"Thank you Jess," I whisper into the night.