Rory was laying in her bed listening to Avril Lavigne's Complicated on repeat. The finals were finally over and she was exhausted. She didn't even feel like reading, partly because she was of all the reading she had to do for school but mostly because it reminded her of him again.

I'm pathetic. Letting some guy change me like that.

It was almost two am and she couldn't sleep. She sighed, sat up and turned a lamp on. Her room was a mess. She was packing for Europe, so her clothes were all over the floor, on her chair and in her huge suitcase that was lying in the middle of the room, causing her or Lorelai to trip over it at least three times a day.

Her eyes landed on a huge pile of books she was planning on taking with her to Europe. Lorelai kept nagging her about not taking as many of them, but she was dead set.

"There has to be one for each country, that's the point."

But now she was reevaulating it herself. She stepped carefully over the open suitcase and walked toward the pile of books. One particular book with a memory tied to it caught her eye. Three Chestnut Horses. Tears started flooding into her eyes and she couldn't hold them back anymore.

Damn, girl, get a grip on yourself!She had to get all those things out of her sight. The things with painful memories attached to them. Out of sight, out of mind, that's what they say.

She took a random cardboard box she found and started searching the room. Three Chestnut Horses. Les Liaisons Dangereueses. The Fountainhead. Howl. Any book by Hemmingway, Keroac or Bukowski she could find. The Holy Barbarians. Pride and Prejudice. The Distillers ticket she had been using as a bookmark. And the earplugs he had given her that she had been keeping on her nightstand. The Shaggs CD. The blue bridesmaid dress from Sookie's wedding and the red polka dot dress from the dance marathon. And at the back of the closet she found the basket she had madd originally for Dean, but Jess ended up buying it.

She threw all those things into the box, closed it and hid it far back into her closet next to her Dean box.

There. Out of sight, out of mind.