A/N: Short-chaptered story on the lost love of Rory and Dean. I understand I won't get a lot of reviews for this, because no one likes Dean, but, oh well. If you read, review. Even if you hate it, you need to tell me. I need criticism.
It was 2:48 in the morning. Lying in bed awake was what she was doing. It seemed like that every night. She didn't know what did it either, she would dream of falling, with an image reaching out their hand, and when she went to grab it, she would wake up, and the time she awoke, was the same every morning.
Two years, three months, seventeen days was the last time she saw him. She had been keeping count. She saw him every once in a while, walking down the streets of Stars Hollow. She didn't bother to wave, in fear of not getting waved back to.
She missed him. She really did, and she didn't know why she let go of him. At their last encounter, he just didn't fit anymore. She was busy with Yale, and he was a contractor. She had time for him before, but then she didn't. She regrets the night when she let him slip away. She should have stopped him, but not knowing what she wanted, she didn't.
2:53. This was the time when she would start drifting back asleep, knowing that whatever she thought about or regretted, wouldn't change anything. But, something kept her awake. Maybe the fear of falling once again, or maybe the fear of what her dreams were trying to tell her.
Every attempt she would make to try to stay awake failed, for her body needed sleep, because it never got any. When she would return to her dreams, she would dream of something different than the first time. The earth would be divided into two, herself on one half, and him on the other. Each side differed, in its own ways, but at the end of the dream, the two halves would glue back together, and their arms would link. Then, she would hear a buzzing sound, and awake to the alarm, and go on with her day.
She had always heard that dreams were powerful, and she believed it, for, maybe her dreams were trying to tell her something. But, every time, she would reject the thought, and move on.
A/N: End of chapter. See, told you it was short. That is what it will be like for most of the chapters. At the end, I may just put it all together to make one story. Wait, no. I will combine it at the end for a one-shot. Remember, review, or even some fishsticks.