Author's note: I've been writing for a while, but this is the first story I've ever put online. Please review! Any and all responses will be greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the story of Gilmore Girls. They belong to the WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino. I'm just temporarily borrowing her creativity.
Prologue: Reflections
Rory stood in front of her mirror, dressed in her pajamas. She looked intently at her reflection, looking for a visible sign of how different she felt from who she had been just months ago. She thought back to those days, when life had been simple and carefree and innocent. She tried to think back to the kind of person she had been then, tried to capture the way she used to think and feel, and drew a blank. She remembered being focused on her goals, being focused on doing the right thing and making everyone happy. She remembered being blind to everything outside the confines of her comfortable, innocent world. She remembered always walking down the path she had chosen so long ago, never veering from her straight path, never questioning herself or her goals.
He had changed all that.
She remembered the way she had lived before he had entered her life--freely, innocently... honestly. She knew she could never go back to that peaceful naivete, but she didn't regret any of it. She couldn't, not when she felt more alive than she ever had been, not when she still felt the heat of his eyes on hers and the fire that ran through her body when she was with him.
There was only one thing she wished she could change, one thing that made her wish things would have been different.
She hated lying. It would tear her up inside when she was with the people who thought they knew her, would cause that constant burning guilt she had learned to associate with all of them. She hated the pain she knew she would eventually cause Dean, cause her Mom, cause Lane... cause herself and Tristan, too, inevitably, because they were both involved in something that was above them, something that would eventually consume them both and break them both, splitting apart everything they had worked for. Someone would catch them someday, and the truth would be out. She cringed at the thought. It was wrong... but it was something she couldn't control. She needed him too much, loved him too much to let him go and go back to the simple, uncomplicated life she'd led before everything had changed. And she knew, somehow, that she could never go back to the simple Rory she had been before. She felt different now, felt as if she had discovered something new and deep within her that had never been unleashed until the first time he had touched her, really touched her in a way that had gone straight to her heart and changed something deep inside her that could never return to the way it had been before.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the story of Gilmore Girls. They belong to the WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino. I'm just temporarily borrowing her creativity.
Prologue: Reflections
Rory stood in front of her mirror, dressed in her pajamas. She looked intently at her reflection, looking for a visible sign of how different she felt from who she had been just months ago. She thought back to those days, when life had been simple and carefree and innocent. She tried to think back to the kind of person she had been then, tried to capture the way she used to think and feel, and drew a blank. She remembered being focused on her goals, being focused on doing the right thing and making everyone happy. She remembered being blind to everything outside the confines of her comfortable, innocent world. She remembered always walking down the path she had chosen so long ago, never veering from her straight path, never questioning herself or her goals.
He had changed all that.
She remembered the way she had lived before he had entered her life--freely, innocently... honestly. She knew she could never go back to that peaceful naivete, but she didn't regret any of it. She couldn't, not when she felt more alive than she ever had been, not when she still felt the heat of his eyes on hers and the fire that ran through her body when she was with him.
There was only one thing she wished she could change, one thing that made her wish things would have been different.
She hated lying. It would tear her up inside when she was with the people who thought they knew her, would cause that constant burning guilt she had learned to associate with all of them. She hated the pain she knew she would eventually cause Dean, cause her Mom, cause Lane... cause herself and Tristan, too, inevitably, because they were both involved in something that was above them, something that would eventually consume them both and break them both, splitting apart everything they had worked for. Someone would catch them someday, and the truth would be out. She cringed at the thought. It was wrong... but it was something she couldn't control. She needed him too much, loved him too much to let him go and go back to the simple, uncomplicated life she'd led before everything had changed. And she knew, somehow, that she could never go back to the simple Rory she had been before. She felt different now, felt as if she had discovered something new and deep within her that had never been unleashed until the first time he had touched her, really touched her in a way that had gone straight to her heart and changed something deep inside her that could never return to the way it had been before.