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A/N: this might be a weird one to read, but read it if you want. I'll give you my reason why I decided to write about this at the end. And please, if for any reason you have to stop in the middle or just stop reading, finish it and I'll explain, please.

10

Closed and secure from the outside world, where a whirl of crime and petty theft can't invade your secrecy. One bad occurrence after another, you grow tired and weak and want nothing but solidarity. In seclusion or oblivion- which ever makes more sense, you can't help but think. Thinking is bad and wrong- only because when you think, you concentrate on the broken promises people have single-handedly threw on your doorstep.

You can't close your eyes or occupy your hands because you know for a fact that you'd start thinking again- and we can't have that, now can we. There are so many other ways to do this and so many other things to live for, but somehow all of those reasons have become void and they don't matter to you anymore.

So you sit there by the window, contemplating whether or not to go through with this. But here they are, huddled closely together, resting peacefully in your palm. They're so small yet so destructive and harmful to the highest degree. And suddenly a veil of translucent shame has washed over you and you start to cry. You go back to thinking again and it dawns on you just how stupid this is. Just because he isn't here, it doesn't mean you should end your love for him- heck even your life. Or can you?

You're 23 years old now, pull it together! But there they are, temptation in your hands.

The door buckles open.

"Don't do it," he shouts, slamming the door after he had entered.

They roll carelessly off of my hand and crash onto the floor. They bounce like marbles, settling on the cracks of the crackled ground. The wind blows softly through the open window that I stand next to. Time is forgotten and all is silent.

"I...I got your note...the one you left on the bridge," he whispered, feet rooted to the ground.

Puddles of salty sorrow drop freely from my eyes now. My gaze is fixated on the 10 tiny white tablets frozen still in a frame of time.

"I'm sorry," he calls to me. He runs up to me and engulfs me into him and kisses my forehead.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, "I should have been here. I quit my job so I could stay."

My head shoots up and I screech, "but you love your job!"

"But not as much as I love you! And," he says as his hand grazes my hardly developed stomach.

"I'm sorry!" I cry to him, almost forgetting the creation growing inside of her.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here now."

Those 10 tiny tables,

Rest peacefully on the floor.

Those 10 tiny white tablets,

Could have wanted something more.

Those 10 tiny white tablets,

Made me into a fool.

Those 10 tiny white tablets

Mean nothing, I have you.

THE END!

~I know that Rory would never have suicide as an option, but I wanted to do this piece because I know some people who have considered it [ME!!]. But it's beautiful thinks [like this story] that happen and help point out just how important life is, no matter how hard or frustrating it may be. There's always something left to live for, you just gotta find it. Oh and just in case some people didn't get it, Rory was going to overdose on aspirin- I hope everyone got that. [[Heh..]] REVIEW!!!!~