A/N: Sorry it took so long. I've had it written for some time. Anyways I
didn't mean to put Lorelai Leigh Gilmore in the last chapter I changed that
and I would really appreciate it if someone would explain how to make some
of the parts in the story bold or italic I did use HTML but it wasn't
showing up right.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The first part of the song belongs to the band "Something Corporate" and the second song belongs to Ben Jelen.
So picture me drowning,
Pretending I'm happy,
We end up regretting the things,
We don't try.
Jess was drowning, suffocating within the masses of celebrating people. He was standing there trying to grasp onto something that would allow him to float, to be rescued, and led to some place warm and bright.
But no one or thing was coming to aid him. No one even glanced at the brooding, dark haired boy concealed in the darkness, shadows clinging to him. There was a gloomy, cruel coldness to him that repelled anyone worth talking to, or associating with.
The soft, enchanting sound of a piano began caressing his eardrums. It was a change from his usual blaring, pissed off, angry-at-the-world music. But change could be good...sometimes. As the wind gently blew him wisps of the music the singer started luring him closer to the stage. Like a sailor to a siren Jess closed his eyes and was blindly guided by the sensual calling of the voice.
Finally he was feeling better...finally the warmth he was starving for was about to embrace him...
It never got a chance to.
He had made one stupid mistake. Just one. Jess should've been used to his endless lists of mistake but this one left him shaken and cold again. All he did was open his eyes. Along with his eyes he had regained his senses and realized where he was.
Rory Gilmore's wedding. No... not Gilmore anymore. It's Dugrey now.
He closed his eyes again, willing himself to escape again. He couldn't. The once beautiful voice began to slowly make him feel numb. The truth of the lyrics made him nauseated, or maybe he had one to many drinks. He collapsed on a chair as the words washed a little bit more of the light away. He sat there, trapped in reality again.
But now I'm doubting me,
I know I shouldn't be but
I've been down, I've been down
Cause it was love wasn't it?
Well its killing me not having it.
He felt a piece of him die.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The first part of the song belongs to the band "Something Corporate" and the second song belongs to Ben Jelen.
So picture me drowning,
Pretending I'm happy,
We end up regretting the things,
We don't try.
Jess was drowning, suffocating within the masses of celebrating people. He was standing there trying to grasp onto something that would allow him to float, to be rescued, and led to some place warm and bright.
But no one or thing was coming to aid him. No one even glanced at the brooding, dark haired boy concealed in the darkness, shadows clinging to him. There was a gloomy, cruel coldness to him that repelled anyone worth talking to, or associating with.
The soft, enchanting sound of a piano began caressing his eardrums. It was a change from his usual blaring, pissed off, angry-at-the-world music. But change could be good...sometimes. As the wind gently blew him wisps of the music the singer started luring him closer to the stage. Like a sailor to a siren Jess closed his eyes and was blindly guided by the sensual calling of the voice.
Finally he was feeling better...finally the warmth he was starving for was about to embrace him...
It never got a chance to.
He had made one stupid mistake. Just one. Jess should've been used to his endless lists of mistake but this one left him shaken and cold again. All he did was open his eyes. Along with his eyes he had regained his senses and realized where he was.
Rory Gilmore's wedding. No... not Gilmore anymore. It's Dugrey now.
He closed his eyes again, willing himself to escape again. He couldn't. The once beautiful voice began to slowly make him feel numb. The truth of the lyrics made him nauseated, or maybe he had one to many drinks. He collapsed on a chair as the words washed a little bit more of the light away. He sat there, trapped in reality again.
But now I'm doubting me,
I know I shouldn't be but
I've been down, I've been down
Cause it was love wasn't it?
Well its killing me not having it.
He felt a piece of him die.