A/N: I know it's another story but I had to write about this. It's a real life occurrence and yes I did get permission from the people involved to do such a story. It happens all over the world and I just sort of wanted to put it out there. Maybe to try and help people get through it...anyway; the AN at the end will explain everything.
"I'm not that smart...I haven't seen as much as most people have and I guess that's to be expected since I haven't really lived long enough to say otherwise; however, if there's one thing I've learned in my eighteen years of living, it's that never ever give your heart away unless you're absolutely sure that that person is the right one and there is absolutely nothing that can possibly stand in the way of your happiness together. Some might say I'm, well, crazy and the truth is I am...no-one short of crazy could possibly have done what I did (and at such an early age too). Nevertheless I never regretted nor ever will regret a second of the time we spent together...he was...no...is my forever and maybe someday things will be different and people won't have to live through this kind of heartache but I have no-one to blame (or rather thank) but myself.
I remember reading the story as if it were yesterday...how Lyra and Will had to separate to their different worlds and grow old with different people and I remember feeling a certain amount of resentment towards Phillip Pullman at his unhappy ending...but now, I find myself thanking him for it is only now that I discovered that this story (even unintentionally) relates to those of us victims of forbidden love.
I was 15 at the time...I mean sure, the first time I met him (When I started Chilton) we were just good friends; someone to talk to. I never in my wildest dreams would've guessed he would be the one I'm writing about now...even on that fateful day when he asked me to become his girlfriend I thought it was just a fun thing with a friend...an experiment maybe? I don't know...all I know was from the very next day when I saw him again everything changed. I realized that any earlier perceptions I had of our relationship were sorely inaccurate; the very thought that crossed my mind... "Crap!"
I call it destiny...regardless of the outcome...I'm a fairly religious person but had I any doubts about there being a greater power up there – watching over us and answering our prayers – all those doubts were squished when he came into my life. I remember it vividly; I was saying my prayers before bed and asked God to help me find someone who would love me for who I am; someone who would understand and love me for my quirks and imperfections. Not more than a week later, HE became a dominant figure in my life and our relationship began.
Our relationship was a whirlwind to be honest. Everyday was filled with happiness and love (call it puppy love if you want, but I know you will understand the feeling). I would never trade that year for anything...and those memories shall forever be embedded in my being. I owe a great deal to him and maybe someday he'll read this, but as for now all I can do is hope...even if the odds are far from being in my favour...I mean, seriously, it's been almost a year since I last heard from him; he's probably found the girlfriend he deserves and is living happily somewhere out there...
Anyway, Jenny, that is how I ended up here on the cold, hospital floor in front of you...story of my life." The voice recording stopped there; the tears in her voice were evident but skilfully masked by the attempted, ironic laugh at the end.
"I sound so pathetic!" whined the 18-year old girl.
"No you don't Rory...you just put everything I was feeling into words," replied Jenny softly, putting the voice recorder in her back-pack.
"I'm glad I could help kid...I just hope that you have better luck than I did. Save you the heartache," Rory whispered the last part solemnly.
The two teenagers sat there together in contemplation; neither ready to face the world beyond the room door...both still hurting and neither wanting to let go of the pain. Eventually it was Jenny who broke the tearing silence.
"D-do you mind if I come by again sometime...you know, to talk to you? I'm sorry if I'm a bother but you're the only person who understands the situation I'm in," her head was bowed low, afraid to look Rory straight in eye...afraid to see her expression. However, Rory smiled at the girl, not three years younger than herself, and voiced her confirmation.
"Sure Jen, anytime."
As Jen threw herself into Rory's outstretched arms, the older girl felt the familiar pang in her heart and tears prickled her eyes once more...
"When will the pain end?" asked Jen timidly as they pulled apart.
Roughly wiping the tears off her cheeks, Rory smiled sadly, "Maybe never...you'll probably love him forever...but we have to move on sometime. At some stage we have to face the fact that maybe life isn't the fairytale we dreamed of when we were little..."
A/N: I thought of ending the chapter there but I wanted to get a bit more Gilmore action in before the end...in case you guys don't want me to continue...
"No, I can't let you goYou're a part of me nowCaught by the taste of your kiss.And I don't wanna know the reason why Ican't stay forever like this...Now, I'm climbing the walls' cause I miss you..."
They danced to the song as if it were the last seconds they'd spend together. The lyrics hitting so close to home they didn't need to say anything else. As the song echoed through the school hall so did the wheels in his mind turn furiously.
"Rory, we'll be together forever okay? I promise you that...and I never break the promises I make; especially when they concern you," he whispered in her ear as the song drew to a close.
Pulling her head off his shoulder to look him in the eye she replied with tears in her own, "I love you...always."
"And forever Ace...and forever," with that he leant down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
"Climbing the walls" by the Backstreet Boys always brought back that memory and yet, somehow, she never found the strength to switch CDs. Her head and heart were still aching (that much everyone knew) but what happened to the headstrong girl everyone knew about? What happened to Rory Gilmore? She was heartbroken that's what; a feeling that even the strongest people in the world fall victim to.
As she parked her silver car in the driveway of the Gilmore mansion she noticed her mother's Jeep coming up the road. Waiting patiently for he best friend, Rory silently turned off the ignition and stepped out of her car; locking it in the process.
"Fruit of my loins! It's been days...a fortnight...years...decades actually. Is that any way to treat the sole reason for your existence?" called an over-dramatic Lorelai from the driver's seat of her Jeep.
"Mom, I saw you yesterday," laughed Rory; her facade of happiness carefully thrown over her porcelain features.
"And that...is long enough," replied Lorelai in mock sadness.
"Mo-om...let's just ring the bell and get this over with," suggested Rory; not at all eager to face what was behind door number 1 (a.k.a. Emily Gilmore).
"But if we're really quiet Adolf won't know we're here; then we can make a run for it before the gates of 'Hellvill' shut and swallow us whole!" explained Lorelai; her voice starting out in a whisper and eventually reaching that of a high pitched cry.
Rory just stared at her mother in utter amazement as the front door swung open.
"Lorelai, Rory, how nice of you to join us this evening. You do realize that the function of the bell is to be rung? It's not just there for decoration you know. Now hurry along inside; Geraldine will take your coats," scolded Emily as she made her way back to the living room.
"Next time you hatching an escape plan..try to whisper the whole thing so as not to give it away," whispered Rory.
"Ey-ey Captain," replied Lorelai. "Maybe we could..."
"Hush, let's just get tonight over with."
"Okay okay Miss Bossy; after you."
And with that, arm in arm, the duo walked into yet another Friday Night dinner.
A/N: Okay, I know Rory doesn't get her car until after graduation but for the sake of the story let's just say she got it early. Also Dean and Rory broke up after their first fight – Rory's 16th Birthday. Thereafter she got together with Logan with whom she stayed with until she was a couple months older than 17. Logan had graduated and Mitchum has decided to send him away to "grow up".
Logan promised Rory that no matter what he would always come back to her and they'll get their future together. It has now been a year since Logan left and Rory had not heard a single word from him.
This story doesn't dwell too much on how they got together or Logan's reputation as such (a playboy). This story is mainly about how you should never give up on love and how, if you have faith in what you want and believe it can happen, it will.
This story is based on a real life occurrence...except the reasons for forbidden love is different. Tell me whether or not I should continue this story...and if you still want me to conclude 'The Past Returns'.