Jess stared at the patterns on the ground. The slivers of light cast from the window
sent a blue glow through the darkened room. He watched the stripes slowly move
towards him as the sun rose. All the sudden, his thoughts were interrupted by the harsh
sound of his alarm. Startled, he punched it harder than necessary, sending it flying into
the wall. He laughed slightly, a maniacal glint in his eye.
He was scared.
His crazy mother had to call, asking him to come home. All night he had lain in the same
position, his hand over his heart, on top of his bed, watching the shadows change.
He had a lot more in Stars Hollow than was waiting for him in New York.
But really, did he?
What was there for him in Stars Hollow? Other than Luke and Rory, there was nothing
there. His only friend wasn't exactly talking to him. She'd come back from Washington
expecting him to be waiting for her, but he wasn't. She found him in the arms of one of
the prettiest, blondest people he could possibly stand.
He thought back to that moment, and regretted it. She had looked into his eyes, expecting
to see guilt, or at least regret. But what she saw was triumph. Pure, uncaring, smug
triumph. Whether or not she knew it was a mask, Jess wasn't sure. But he saw it in her
eyes.
Rory was hurting.
Jess felt a burning in his gut. He had just stood there and watched tear after tear roll down
her face. Shadows had fallen behind her eyes, and he could almost feel her heart break.
And he stood there and watched, still the same look on his face.
And as he stood tall and broke her heart… for the first time, he was ashamed.
He was ashamed of what he'd done to that perfect, innocent, little girl. He broke her
heart.
Jess slammed his fist into his pillow and rolled out of bed.
He'd broken her freaking heart, and lost his only friend. Jess closed his eyes as he pulled
a gray T-shirt over his head. He ran his hands through his hair and walked downstairs to
the diner.
There, sitting at a table alone, was the perfect image of Rory Gilmore, with her head in
her arms, and her shoulders shaking. Jess sat down across from her silently, but there was
no doubt in his mind that she knew he was there. Jess watched her carefully.
After awhile, he saw bright blue eyes, rimmed heavily with red, peeking up at him. At
this point, he was scared. It wasn't until then that he noticed that almost no one was in the
diner. Not Luke, not Ceasar, and no customers that he knew except Rory. Something was
very, very wrong.
"Rory?"
Silence. He glanced at the back of Rory's head, which was buried in her arms again. He
could hear her gasping for air, violent sobs coming surprisingly loudly from her small
frame. Jess's heart started racing, and he could barely think. Finally, Rory spoke between
her sobs.
"She's dead."
Jess didn't have to ask who, because he could see it in Rory's eyes even before she said
it. He moved around the table and sat next to her in the booth. His arms were around her
before another second passed. With her head buried in his chest and her hands clinging
tightly to his shirt… she cried. She simply cried…As a realization washed over him, Jess
felt tears form behind his eyes.
She was dead.
Lorelai Gilmore was dead.
TBC
A/N: PLEASE r&r!!!!
sent a blue glow through the darkened room. He watched the stripes slowly move
towards him as the sun rose. All the sudden, his thoughts were interrupted by the harsh
sound of his alarm. Startled, he punched it harder than necessary, sending it flying into
the wall. He laughed slightly, a maniacal glint in his eye.
He was scared.
His crazy mother had to call, asking him to come home. All night he had lain in the same
position, his hand over his heart, on top of his bed, watching the shadows change.
He had a lot more in Stars Hollow than was waiting for him in New York.
But really, did he?
What was there for him in Stars Hollow? Other than Luke and Rory, there was nothing
there. His only friend wasn't exactly talking to him. She'd come back from Washington
expecting him to be waiting for her, but he wasn't. She found him in the arms of one of
the prettiest, blondest people he could possibly stand.
He thought back to that moment, and regretted it. She had looked into his eyes, expecting
to see guilt, or at least regret. But what she saw was triumph. Pure, uncaring, smug
triumph. Whether or not she knew it was a mask, Jess wasn't sure. But he saw it in her
eyes.
Rory was hurting.
Jess felt a burning in his gut. He had just stood there and watched tear after tear roll down
her face. Shadows had fallen behind her eyes, and he could almost feel her heart break.
And he stood there and watched, still the same look on his face.
And as he stood tall and broke her heart… for the first time, he was ashamed.
He was ashamed of what he'd done to that perfect, innocent, little girl. He broke her
heart.
Jess slammed his fist into his pillow and rolled out of bed.
He'd broken her freaking heart, and lost his only friend. Jess closed his eyes as he pulled
a gray T-shirt over his head. He ran his hands through his hair and walked downstairs to
the diner.
There, sitting at a table alone, was the perfect image of Rory Gilmore, with her head in
her arms, and her shoulders shaking. Jess sat down across from her silently, but there was
no doubt in his mind that she knew he was there. Jess watched her carefully.
After awhile, he saw bright blue eyes, rimmed heavily with red, peeking up at him. At
this point, he was scared. It wasn't until then that he noticed that almost no one was in the
diner. Not Luke, not Ceasar, and no customers that he knew except Rory. Something was
very, very wrong.
"Rory?"
Silence. He glanced at the back of Rory's head, which was buried in her arms again. He
could hear her gasping for air, violent sobs coming surprisingly loudly from her small
frame. Jess's heart started racing, and he could barely think. Finally, Rory spoke between
her sobs.
"She's dead."
Jess didn't have to ask who, because he could see it in Rory's eyes even before she said
it. He moved around the table and sat next to her in the booth. His arms were around her
before another second passed. With her head buried in his chest and her hands clinging
tightly to his shirt… she cried. She simply cried…As a realization washed over him, Jess
felt tears form behind his eyes.
She was dead.
Lorelai Gilmore was dead.
TBC
A/N: PLEASE r&r!!!!