She awakes alone in the empty bed. Stretching her arms above her head, she stares over at the empty spot next to her, at the empty pillow where his head used to lay. She still misses him. Yes, they talk every day, but sometimes, it just isn't enough. She misses the way he held her close, the way he smelled. She misses his beautiful eyes and charming smile…the way his touch felt when he kissed her. She shrugged it off and slipped on a new pair of pink, fuzzy slippers. The creeks on the floor seemed to echo as she made her way into the kitchen to find breakfast. Nobody, not even her mother, knew how lonely she really had become. To a certain extent, she didn't even really know…call it denial, I guess. She was young, in the prime of her life. She should be having fun being in love, not partially heart-broken. Again, she shrugged it off and got ready to head to the paper. Another day of being by herself…just another boring day for Rory Gilmore.

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He starred in at her through the window. She was busily typing at her computer, some big article he guessed. She looked as beautiful as he remembered. Nobody in Stars Hollow had wanted to tell him where she was. They said that she had moved on, was seeing someone new, and was happy. They didn't want to ruin that for her. One night, however, he overheard her mother talking to Luke in the diner. Luke asked how college was going, and how the paper was working out. Unknowingly, they revealed Rory's location, and now, he was reveling in her absolute beauty.

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"Gilmore. You would not believe the night I had yesterday. I was having dinner at Rabi Yatzka house, you know, being all cordial and crap, and he accuses me of stealing one of his flip-flops during our previous visit. I mean, sure, I may have stolen that one Rabi's shoe in the past, but I absolutely did not steal this one. Who does he take me out to be? I politely told him where he can put that lovely flip-flop of his, and he gets all offended on me. I mean, who can't take a little joke, right? Gilmore…are you even listening to me."

"Hmm? Oh, Paris. Hey. I was just daydreaming, I guess." To tell you the truth, Rory was actually starring out the window. Just a moment ago, she thought she saw someone watching her from that very window….someone who looked an awful like…no…it couldn't be…he didn't even know where she was…but still…she couldn't help but wonder.

"I tell you , Gilmore, you really should be more considerate when people are talking to you. I mean, it could have been something really important, and all you hear is "blagh, blagh, blagh, blagh.." Seriously, this was something important. I AM having a crisis…an absolute crisis…and you ignore me. Great. Just Great, Gilmore."

"Hmm? Yeah, great." She didn't know what Paris was rambling on about this time, and frankly, she didn't care. She just gets up and walking away, leaving Paris to gawk.

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He followed her into the cafeteria. She sat at a table all by herself and slipped on her headphones. She hadn't changed a bit. She still didn't know that he was there, or if she did, didn't acknowledge it. He wouldn't, no couldn't, tell her yet. She looked so happy. What if she wasn't happy to see him? He wasn't ready to see that happiness fade away and know he was the reason for it fading. Maybe tomorrow.

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Rory had finished eating her lunch…alone…and was about to delve into her new book when she sensed a familiar movement in the corner of her eye. She had this feeling that someone was watching her…not in a weird, stalking type of way, but in a loving, adoring type of way. She turned to look, but no one was there. She quickly starts scanning the place when she sees what she thinks is him. Her heart skips a beat. Her knees feel a little weak as she sees the dark, messy hair as he walks away. Stop it, Rory! It is just your imagination. He doesn't even know where you are. You have just been lonely too long. She kept telling herself this over and over again, but she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was going to make his way back into her life. She knew she shouldn't be this excited over this, but she couldn't help it. He was, after all, a good friend for awhile there, and she could really use a friend right now. She, however, couldn't work up the courage to run after him. Logic told her that she must be dreaming. She couldn't handle the let down if it wasn't him. Maybe tomorrow.