Have you ever been so unsure of how you feel that you want to break down and cry, but then realise that you don't have the courage, or the heart to feel sad? When you're the only one in the whole universe who's completely alone and you have no one to catch you when you fall, you know that everything you've worked for, everything you've loved for, has been for nothing. It's then when you realise that nothing else comes close to what you had

Rory pressed the save button on her computer screen. There were no more tears now, only emptiness.

David tiptoed into his mother's lap, curling up in her arms. He had Dean's dark brown hair and stern gaze, but his eyes were bluer than Rory's.

David sweetie, what are you doing awake? Rory murmured, stroking his silky hair.

I was lonely. All by my own. David frowned.

You mean all by yourself, Rory corrected gently.

Little three-year-old David sighed, like the weigh of the world was on his young shoulders. Why doesn't daddy tuck me in anymore?

Rory groped for something to sayanything. On a business trip. She concluded lamely, letting David wrap his tiny hand around her ring finger of her left hand.

Where's your wing?

I don't have any wings, Rory smiled slightly.

No, not your wing, where's your wing. David persisted.

Rory laughed, and David beamed. His young ears had not heard his mother laugh for a very long time. Ever since her daddy stopped tucking him in Rory tickled his tummy and kissed his button nose.

I lost it, she said, after awhile.

And daddy went to find it! That's why he's not here! He went to find your wing! David was amazed it his own brilliance, and proud that he had solved the mystery of his father's absence all on his very own.

But I already told you, I never had any wings. Rory said, amused at the simplicity of the child's mind.

Not wing, I said wing." David said, his big blue eyes regarding his mother seriously.

Rory laughed a second time. David, content that his mother was suitably happy, nestled his head in her arms and promptly fell asleep. Standing up carefully, with David still in her arms, she walked upstairs to her bedroom. Placing David next to her, she quietly lay down on the large, king-sized bed, next to him, and drew the covers up close. Watching David's small form breathing suddenly prompted images of drunken Dean in her mind, and how Tristan, the blonde-haired boy from Chilton, and her soon-to-be boss, destroyed what might have been the one and only chance she had to convince her husband to come back home. She knew it wasn't Tristan's fault; he just did what any normal human being would've done when comforting a damsel in distress, but her anger wasn't rational tonight. It was never rational. Tossing and turning in her bed, she found that she couldn't sleep. After half an hour of loneliness and horrible thoughts, she knew that she wasn't going to get any sleep at all that night. She looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. She wished desperately for the sun to rise.

* * *

Tristan ran his hand through his messy blonde hair, and then ran it through again. He needed all the sleep he could get in preparation for next week, when he had to make his opening speech, his official entering into the world of newspapers and editing. But somehow, the only image that placed itself in his mind was of Rory Gilmore's face, and her voice kept ringing in his ears, telling him not to touch her.

Just the thought of it made him shiver and his body broke out into cold sweat. Getting up off his bed, he threw on a shirt and some jeans, and headed out of his ten story apartment, checking the clock as he went. 2:30am. Damn, he thought. Why couldn't the sun rise quicker?

Finally, he decided to go to his new office, to see if he could get a start on that speech. Walking down the cold, concrete, New York slab of pavement, he noticed the full moon in the sky and shivered. Full moons were only for hopeless romantics. He was relieved to finally let him inside the quiet recluse of the building his office was located in. As he walked up the stairs and down a hallway, he noticed the light on in the room next to him. Curious, he let himself in.

The computer made a murmuring sound and automatically shut itself off. Whoever had been in there had only just left, shutting the computer down behind them. His eyes flew onto the various ornaments on the computer desk, involuntarily. He caught a glimpse of a picture of a very young brown haired boy with stunning blue eyes, and a small imitation of an award, which read:

Rory Gilmore, Employee of the Year.

Rory Gilmore, huh, he said allowed, and thought it a coincidence that out of all the offices that had their lights still on, it had to be hers. The pretty Chilton girl from his past with such a hope-filled streak through her and an unquenchable spirit. The girl he couldn't get off his mind

She's married, Dugrey, he reminded himself. This is no time for old, school boy crushes. He turned to go, and in doing so caught a glimpse of a piece of paper fresh from the printer. It still smelled of wet ink. Picking it up gingerly, he read the first word, then the first line, and then the whole thing

Have you ever been so unsure of how you feel that you want to break down and cry

Tristan read the last line with amazement. He had never read something like this before. Something as helpless, and soulful. He was suddenly compelled to give this young lady some hope, some help, some inspiration to live. He hurried into his office and began typing

* * *

As Rory hurried into her office the next morning, she thought it ironic that she should be late when she hadn't slept a wink that night. In actual fact she forgot that David had his doctors' appointment that morning, and then there was a waiting line, and then she had remembered that she had left her wallet on the televisionand so on. Sitting down with a flourish, she picked up the piece of paper that she had printed out last night, when she thought a midnight trip to the office would do her some good. But, when she arrived that moonlit night, she found that all she wanted to write was soulful prose like that. She didn't even know why she printed it out. She was compelled.

But underneath that paper that was another. Rory was confused, she could only remember printing out one thing. Turning the lights on to get a better look, she read

No matter how bad things seem, there is someone out there, out in that wide universe full of wonder and glory, who loves, has loved and will never stop loving you. Someone who you might never notice. Someone who you pass everyday without so much as a second glance. Someone you can love back