It was about a month after I met the 'bridge boy', I still didn't know his name, and we where still doing the same thing we did since the first day we met. Sitting on the bridge and reading in silence. The only time had a conversation was our Hemingway debate. I found out that he and I read most of the same books and he works in the dinner. That was te only two times I saw him and rarely talked to him. For some reason he refused to tell me his name.

I was walking to work from the bridge when I had saw Dean. He was making out with some girl I recognized as the girl who was always bringing cookies to the bake sales this town constantly had. I think her name was Lindsey or something like that. I rolled my eyes and walked passed not wanting to look at the bastard who murdered my mother.

I went into the book store which I now ran since Andrew had a heart attack and had to stop working as much. The pay wasn't as good as I hopped but it was good while I did college. Soon after Andrew left I decided I couldn't leave the shop, so I took classes from Yale online. (A/N I don't know if that is possible or not so please don't yell at me cause it isn't this is fiction people)

I finally got home around five. As usual no one but the bridge boy came into today so I had a lot of time to study. While he was there we got into a debate on wether or not Hemingway wife lost his papers and then once again he had refused to tell me his name even when I told him I wouldn't sell him his book. He then set the money on te counter and left. Damn, he smart.

I walked into my room and put te books I just got in form Amazon. Damn, my bookshelves are full. I took out the books I reread te most and put them in a box. I went to the closet and tried to solve the box in. In the process another box fell out. The Lorelai box.

When I still live with my grandparents after the accident my grandmother made me box up everything from my past. To get ever the giving. I sat on the floor and put the stuff back in to the box. I couldn't bring my self to bring the stuff back out of the box. The memories were too hard. I stopped on one picture in particular. Jess... I forgot about him with all the drama that happen. I looked at the picture. "Oh My God"

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A/N Its over with my famous cliff hanger. If any of you don't get what happened then ask in a review and I'll be glad to tell you.