AN: I wish I had a better excuse to why I am so late with this post. I switched jobs and have lost all motivation when it comes to writing. But I am going to be trying extra hard to make time for my readings. I can't make promises, but maybe this posting will motivate me. Please let me know what you think of this chapter and I hope to post again soon.

March 12th, 2005 (Saturday)

Finn stood from the chair and made his way to the side of her bed, kneeling once there.

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? I came to see you. You haven't been answering my phone calls and Paris said you left the dorm Sunday crying. She thought we broke up. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

She scrambled off the bed. "Finn, you shouldn't be here. You should go. Go back to Yale. There is nothing…nothing to worry about." Her voice was shaking.

"Rory, what's wrong?"

She didn't say anything.

He stood and tried to approach her, but when he got closer to her she backed away from him. "Luv, if I did something wrong you have to tell me. If I upset you in some way,"

"It's nothing," She cut him off. She wrapped her arms around herself as if to create more of a barrier between the two of them. "I just…I think I just need some space."

"Space?" He asked. "Space as in you just want me to go back home and then you will call me in a day or two, or space as in you want to break up?"

She was quiet for a long moment, her eyes never meeting his.

"I think we should break up," she finally said; her voice so quiet Finn thought that he had misheard her.

"Break up?"

She nodded.

Finn felt like his heart had just dropped to his stomach. He didn't know what to say; he couldn't even form the word 'why'.

Thought after thought ran through his head. Why did she want to break up? What did he do wrong? Was there someone else? Should he try to convince her to stay with him? He, however, never spoke a word. It was as if he vice abandoned him.

He studied her face; the dark circles under her eyes told him that while she had been sleeping when he had arrived, it had most certainly not been restful sleep. He wondered if she had been battling with this decision for a while.

She continued to avoid his gaze.

As the seconds that felt like hours passed, and Rory was no closer to talking to him, Finn decided it was time for him to find his voice.

"Why, Rory?" That was all he could manage to get out as he stood up straight.

She continued to look at the ground and refused to answer.

"Rory, please tell me why." His voice began to take on a bit of harsh quality.

She looked up at him with a shocked expression. He had never talked to her that way.

"I just think it is time to end it." Her voice was cold and measured. "It was fun while it lasted, but we both knew that this was never going to last past a fling."

Finn felt the floor drop out beneath him. Since when did his beautiful Rory start to think so callously of their relationship?

"That's all this was to you, a fling?" He asked unbelieving.

"What else would it be. Did you think we'd be together all through college, graduate, get married and have kids?" Her arms dropped to her sides, her hands were balled into tight fists. "I've thought like that before and I was sorely mistaken. I was sure you would have been a bit smarter, especially given your track record with women."

Finn refused to believe that these were her true feelings. "No, luv, this isn't you. Something's wrong so you're pushing me away. Have you been letting Logan in your head?"

"Since when have I ever let someone affect my thoughts?"

"Then why are you acting completely different? Why are you saying thing I know you would never mean? This has to be some sort of act."

"Maybe I was acting before? Maybe this is who I truly am, did you ever think about that? We haven't been together that long, Finn, you don't know me as well as you think you do."

Finn wanted to tell her how wrong she was. He knew her. He knew that she was kind and caring, but the anger he was feeling right now was too much for him to think clearly. Hearing these harsh words from the woman he loved was too much for him to handle in general.

"You need to leave, Finn," Rory's voice cut through the thick silence that had built up once again. "I don't want you here."

It now felt like she was purposely trying to hurt him.

He wanted to fight for her. He wanted to yell at her. He wanted to hurt her back.

Before he knew it, his hand sunk through the drywall beside him. "Fuck you, Rory!" he shouted at the top of his lungs "Fuck you and the bitch you're trying to be. You can burn in hell for all I care." More words he didn't mean exited his mouth, but he was already consciously checked out.

He heard her shouting at him as he made his way out of the small house, but none of her words made sense to him. He was too angry, enraged, to listen to anything she had to say at the moment. She shouted at him all the way to the lawn, as he got into his car, he even saw her yelling something at him as he drove off.

How he got home was a mystery to him

Same went for how the knife got into his hands.

He didn't know where all the blood was coming from.

How did it get all over his clothes?

Why was it getting so dark?

Who was yelling?

"Finn! Steph, call 911! Finn! FINN! Oh God, what did you do?"

"Rory…"

Everything went black.