Usual disclaimers apply.
~Chapter 3: Boy meets Girl~
"So, coffee?" Luke asks, seemingly at a loss for what to do next.
"Yes, please." As he sets the mug down in front of me, I smile, recalling fond memories of Luke's delicious coffee. Unfortunately for my good mood, those fond memories always include my mother. And she is...dead. It's always hard for me to acknowledge that, in fact, it was the reason I left eight years ago.
I had been in the car with her when it was hit. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital and I was hearing the doctor tell me my mother was dead. In that moment, I lost my mother, my best friend, and what I believed to be my entire world, all in one go. As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I ran. I didn't even stay for my mother's funeral. I ran as far from Stars Hollow as I could get. From there, I spent the next eight years running from the truth, that my mother is...dead. Now I'm back in Stars Hollow, having to actually face the truth for the first time.
"Rory?" I looked up, started, for I had forgotten Luke was there.
"Sorry, I just spaced out for a minute."
Luke sits down, nodding with an expression I recognize as sympathy.
"So..." I can tell Luke is grasping at straws here. "How have you been?"
I almost cry out with relief. His first question is 'How have you been?', not 'Where have you been?.' I realize why I've missed Luke: he cares about me. He's protective, supporting - in short, the best father I've ever known.
"I've been existing." Even in my relief at his choice of questions, I can't muster up enough energy to lie for him, to tell him what I know he wants to hear. From the concerned expression that crosses his face, I can tell he isn't satisfied by my answer, that he wants to know more, but at the same time, he doesn't want to pry.
We sit in an awkward silence because neither of us can think of anything appropriate to say.
Eventually, I can't keep my feelings hidden any more. Tears fall down my cheeks as I reach over to hug him, sobbing,
"I miss her so much."
Luke rubs my back. I feel his breathing become ragged and as he buries his face in my hair, I feel his hot tears fall on my scalp.
"I know, Rory," he whispers. "So do I."
~
As I sit on the bridge an old habit over the years, my thoughts run wild.
I don't know so many things: why she's back, where she's been, how she's been. Confusion is not a state in which I function well. Mostly I want to know why she still affects me so deeply.
Ours is the classic love story. Boy meets girl. Girl has boyfriend. Girl cheats on boyfriend with boy. Girl runs away. Girl comes back to boyfriend. Boyfriend dumps girl. Girl gets together with boy. Boy runs away, scared. Girl's mother dies. Girl runs away. Boy comes back. Boy stays. Boy waits.
Now that she's back, I can foresee two possibilities: Girl still loves boy, and they live happily ever after, or girl tells boy to go to hell.
So the one question floating in the front of my mind is 'Does she have the same feelings for me that I have for her?'
~Chapter 3: Boy meets Girl~
"So, coffee?" Luke asks, seemingly at a loss for what to do next.
"Yes, please." As he sets the mug down in front of me, I smile, recalling fond memories of Luke's delicious coffee. Unfortunately for my good mood, those fond memories always include my mother. And she is...dead. It's always hard for me to acknowledge that, in fact, it was the reason I left eight years ago.
I had been in the car with her when it was hit. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital and I was hearing the doctor tell me my mother was dead. In that moment, I lost my mother, my best friend, and what I believed to be my entire world, all in one go. As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I ran. I didn't even stay for my mother's funeral. I ran as far from Stars Hollow as I could get. From there, I spent the next eight years running from the truth, that my mother is...dead. Now I'm back in Stars Hollow, having to actually face the truth for the first time.
"Rory?" I looked up, started, for I had forgotten Luke was there.
"Sorry, I just spaced out for a minute."
Luke sits down, nodding with an expression I recognize as sympathy.
"So..." I can tell Luke is grasping at straws here. "How have you been?"
I almost cry out with relief. His first question is 'How have you been?', not 'Where have you been?.' I realize why I've missed Luke: he cares about me. He's protective, supporting - in short, the best father I've ever known.
"I've been existing." Even in my relief at his choice of questions, I can't muster up enough energy to lie for him, to tell him what I know he wants to hear. From the concerned expression that crosses his face, I can tell he isn't satisfied by my answer, that he wants to know more, but at the same time, he doesn't want to pry.
We sit in an awkward silence because neither of us can think of anything appropriate to say.
Eventually, I can't keep my feelings hidden any more. Tears fall down my cheeks as I reach over to hug him, sobbing,
"I miss her so much."
Luke rubs my back. I feel his breathing become ragged and as he buries his face in my hair, I feel his hot tears fall on my scalp.
"I know, Rory," he whispers. "So do I."
~
As I sit on the bridge an old habit over the years, my thoughts run wild.
I don't know so many things: why she's back, where she's been, how she's been. Confusion is not a state in which I function well. Mostly I want to know why she still affects me so deeply.
Ours is the classic love story. Boy meets girl. Girl has boyfriend. Girl cheats on boyfriend with boy. Girl runs away. Girl comes back to boyfriend. Boyfriend dumps girl. Girl gets together with boy. Boy runs away, scared. Girl's mother dies. Girl runs away. Boy comes back. Boy stays. Boy waits.
Now that she's back, I can foresee two possibilities: Girl still loves boy, and they live happily ever after, or girl tells boy to go to hell.
So the one question floating in the front of my mind is 'Does she have the same feelings for me that I have for her?'