Chapter Two: The Observation

She gripped the steering wheel as her mind replayed the events of the night.

She hadn't been waiting for him, or maybe she had, but she didn't realize it at the time. She just wanted some time to clear her head before heading home. She left the publishing house and was prepared to go "home" to the loneliness of the empty apartment she shared with her boyfriend. He was off on some trip where a bunch of rich kids got drunk and jumped off a cliff.

She was on her way to the car when she realized she wasn't ready to leave, so she took a seat against the outer wall of Truncheon and thought for a long time. She hadn't even realized she had been there so long until the door opened and a man walked up.

She looked up and met familiar eyes, sighing at her bad luck.

They were both silent in shock and she stood, preparing herself for the approaching interrogation, as he found his voice first, "Rory, what are you still doing here?"

She shrugged and looked around at the parking lot, "I-I don't know. I guess I just lost track of time. But, you know, I should really be getting home now."

But she didn't move. She stood in place in front of him, looking anywhere else but the eyes that were boring into her.

"Rory," he said slowly and eerily calm, "What are you still doing here?"

Finally she looked at him, "I just answered you."

"No." he said, "I don't mean here, in front of my place of work. I mean, here, in my life, as the woman I love. Why haven't you gone back to your boyfriend?"

He had expected an outburst but not the one that she gave, and she hadn't expected to say it either, "Because I still love you!"

And with that, he kissed her.

She touched her lips slightly and then returned her hands to the steering wheel. Rain had started to fall and her windshield wipers made a rhythmic noise as they tried to clear her vision, but it wasn't working. The rain was falling too hard. She glanced to her left, and noticed oddly that the cars next to her didn't seem to have a problem with the rain. And then she realized, foolishly, as she turned of the wipers that it wasn't raining.

She was crying.

She pulled off to the side of the road and sat and cried for hours.

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Her boyfriend had arrived home the night after the incident outside Truncheon. She hadn't been able to tell him that she was moving out yet, but he noticed that something was odd. She had never been this jittery, and had never pushed his hand off of her knee during breakfast.

He was surprised, that as smart as she was, she hadn't noticed that he knew something was wrong. But she had noticed, she just refused to give in just yet.

Finally, after a week, he got tired of her oddities and addressed the situation.

"What's going on with you?"

Her head shot up, the spoon of cereal still halfway to her mouth, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, ever since I got home you've been acting weird. Rory, what's going on with you?"

She put the spoon down in her bowl and looked him square in the eye, "Logan, we need to talk."

"Ah," he nodded, "You're leaving me again? Don't worry, you'll be back."

She pushed her chair back and stood up, outraged, "God damnit, Logan! I wanted to be civil about this! But, no, you just had to go and be yourself."

He laughed, "Oh really? And who exactly am I?"

Her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched, "A whiny, rich, cheating jerk who I regret ever falling in love with."

She watched his face fall and she knew she had hurt him. But at least she had been faithful, "Oh, and one more thing. You're also a person who, thankfully, is so easy to fall out of love with."

The hurt look on his face vanished and he got a cruel gleam in his eye, "The girls I screwed in London didn't think so."

Figures, he had cheated on her again. She nodded knowingly and grabbed her coat, "I'll be back for my stuff tomorrow afternoon. Make sure you're out from 12-6."

The door slammed and his smirk fell, and in his eyes it was obvious he knew how much he screwed things up, and he also knew that this time she wouldn't be back.

This time she left him for someone else.

Okay, here's the next chapter. Thank you all so much for the reviews. And please, please, please, this year I started in a very prestigious all-girls prep school, and I've become very self-conscious about my writing and if you read I would love it if you could review with any constructive criticism and input so that I can work at getting better. And once again, the only thing I don't want to hear is that there are too many pronouns. I did it on purpose.