I woke up the next morning feeling run down. i tossed and turned most of the night. Whenever i closed my eyes all i could see was her. Her always smiling face, staring down at me.

I rolled over to see Jess, sound asleep, and quietly snoring. I smiled then. When most people snore, it's obnoxious, but his was almost... well, cute. Slowly I rolled out of bed, and went to the kitchen to fix myself a glass of water. My throat was raw, and i had a headache. I put the glass in the sink, and shuffled into the bathroom. As i gazed at myself in the mirror, I realized that i looked just as horrible as i felt. My eyes were red and puffy, and there was mascara smeared across my cheeks, from all the crying. My hair was a mess, and my clothes were wrinkled beyond repair. I turned the shower on, and walked to the closet to grab a towel. I went to the bathroom and locked the door, slowly stripping of my clothes, and stepping soundlessly into the shower. The scolding water felt good on my tense body. I'm not entirely sure how long i stood there for, but i slowly started to feel the water getting colder, and got out. i dried off, and wrapped the towel snuggly around my body. I slowly crept back into my room, so as not to wake Jess, and found that he was still sound asleep, with the sheets, tangled in a mess around his legs. I found a pair of my blue skinny jeans, with a black v-neck, and walked back out of the room, and into the bathroom to change. Once i was done, i combed my hair, and tossed it into a messy ponytail on top of my head. And then i just stood in the living room. I had no idea what to do with myself. I obviously was not going to school today, there was no way i could handle that. I found myself staring longingly at the staircase, waiting for her to come bursting down them at any second, and out the door, before she was late to work, yet again. But i realized, that would never happen again. No more dragging her out of her coma like sleep in the mornings, no more walks to Luke's to get coffee and breakfast, no more movie nights and take out. It never truely occured to me, that my mom was a very basic part of my life. We did everything together. And now that she was gone, I had no idea what to do with myself.

Slowly, I walked up the stairs and into her room. I knew now would be a normal time to start crying once again, but I just didnt have it in me. There were no more tears for me to cry. I sat down on her bed and stared at the wall. I still had yet to call my grandparents, or anyone, for all i knew everyone was still clueless as to what happened. Finally I couldnt put it off any longer. I reached over to her nightstand and grabbed the phone, and dialed the all too familiar number to my grandparents house. It rang four times, before my grandmother finally answered.

"...I swear Madiline, why do i pay you, when you can't even answer a phone. Oh. Ummm.. hello this is Emily Gilmore."

"Grandma?" I heard my voice crack as i said that one word. My voice sounded so incredibly foreign to me.

"Rory? Hello dear, how are you?"

"Grandma, I need to tell you something, is Grandpa still there?"

"Yes dear, he is. Would you like me to get him... Richard! Richard! Rory's on the phone... No, just get in here."

"No! Grandma, could you possibly just tell him to wait. I need to tell you in person, would it be alright if i came over?"

'Well of course, Rory! You know we always welcome a visit from you."

"Okay, grandma. I'll be there in a bit." I hung up the phone before I could hear her reply. I could feel myself starting to loose my control.

I walked downstairs, to find Jess still passed out. I had no idea how he could sleep so much. I wrote him a note saying I had to go to my grandparents, and that I would call him when I got back. I left it on the pillow, and slowly walked out of the house.

The drive to New Haven seemed to take longer than usual. I didnt like how quite it was. it gave me too much time to think. And right now, that was the last thing i wanted to do.

I slowly pulled up to the front of the mansion my grandparents called home. I put the car in park, and sat. i couldn't move. I had no idea what I was going to say. i know my mom never had the best relationship with my grandparents, but still, she was their daughter, and this was going to break their hearts.

I looked into the review mirror, and saw tears once again, trailing down my face. I hadn't even realized I was crying again.

I got out of the car, and walked up the door, and rang the bell.

I stood there for a second before the door flew open, with a very scared looking maid on the other side. She told my grandparents were in the study, and she took my coat.

Now or never. I thought to myself.

I moved sluggishly across the foyer, and into the study. The second my grandfather looked up, and saw the tears streaming down my face, he was instantly concerned.

"Rory? Rory, what's wrong? Are you alright?" My grandfather asked. They both stood up and walked over to me.

"I...I dont know how to tell you guys this... Last night..." I heard my voice crack as the tears rolled harder down my face. "Last night... mom was in an accident." I saw both of the eyes widen in shock, and they looked as though they were preparing themselves for what i would say next.

"Well," my grandmother said, "What hospital is she in? Did she break anything? Does she need surgery?" My grandmother asked. It was as if she was begging me to tell her that mom was okay, that she was hurt, but she would be fine.

"No, grandma. She doesnt need surgery. She....She didnt...She didnt make it." i felt my knees give out as I sank to the floor. I looked up at the torn faces of my grandparents.

"Oh God..." I heard my grandmother whisper. In all the time I'd known then, I'd never seen my grandparents cry. And yet here they stood, both of them, with silent tears pouring down their faces.

"Richard..? Richard, my baby..." My grandfather took her into his arms as he tried desperately to comfort her. Suddenly she torn away from his grasp, and ran over to me, and got down onto the floor, to take me into her arms. I'd never seen my grandma so... so human.

And we stayed like that for i dont know how long. My grandfather leaning on his desk with his head in his hands, and my grandmother and I, in a heap on the floor, trying desperately to come to terms with what has happened.

A/N: Sorry if the grandparents seem a little out of character. But i feel in desperate times, no one is really as they usually are. let me know what you think. are sorry that there wasnt really any rory/jess action. but lets face it, her mom just died. i dont really think it would be appropriate to have lemony fluff at this point in the story. Reviews and constructive critisism are always welcome. Thanks for reading.