School is over, and I'm walking down the streets of Stars Hollow, looking at the ground. Wondering about everything. Everything and anything I can find to worry about I am.
"Rory!" I hear a familiar voice behind me, and turn around. I put on a smile, as sincere and carefree as I can, as Dean walks up.
"Hi Dean," I say brightly.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you."
"About what?" My smile starts to slip, he's the one looking worried now.
"About...us."
"What's wrong?" He's not smiling anymore.
"You're...you're never really *here*. I don't get what's wrong. You won't talk to me. I love you, Rory, but I don't think we're getting anywhere. We're not...communicating. I don't think we're working. I feel like we're just staying together because neither of us has wanted to say anything about it. I don't want to be like that."
I don't really know how to answer. "Are you...are you...?" I can't finish my question.
He looks at me. "Rory, I'm sorry. I just don't think we'll work."
There's no tears. I wonder why. Shouldn't there be tears? Why am I not crying? I'm the one he's breaking up with, but he looks like he's the one who's sad, not me.
"O...ok..." I still don't know how to respond. I have all these mixed feelings.
"Bye, Rory." And he turns his back on me and walks away. I watch him disappear down the sidewalk, and turn the corner five minutes later. He doesn't look back.
I numbly start walking home. Mom will be more upset than I am. I don't feel a flood of sadness, or happiness. Now that he's gone...I don't know.
"Rory!" I hear a familiar voice behind me, and turn around. I put on a smile, as sincere and carefree as I can, as Dean walks up.
"Hi Dean," I say brightly.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you."
"About what?" My smile starts to slip, he's the one looking worried now.
"About...us."
"What's wrong?" He's not smiling anymore.
"You're...you're never really *here*. I don't get what's wrong. You won't talk to me. I love you, Rory, but I don't think we're getting anywhere. We're not...communicating. I don't think we're working. I feel like we're just staying together because neither of us has wanted to say anything about it. I don't want to be like that."
I don't really know how to answer. "Are you...are you...?" I can't finish my question.
He looks at me. "Rory, I'm sorry. I just don't think we'll work."
There's no tears. I wonder why. Shouldn't there be tears? Why am I not crying? I'm the one he's breaking up with, but he looks like he's the one who's sad, not me.
"O...ok..." I still don't know how to respond. I have all these mixed feelings.
"Bye, Rory." And he turns his back on me and walks away. I watch him disappear down the sidewalk, and turn the corner five minutes later. He doesn't look back.
I numbly start walking home. Mom will be more upset than I am. I don't feel a flood of sadness, or happiness. Now that he's gone...I don't know.