Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, though I wish I could own Milo Ventimiglia or Jared. If I did own the Gilmore Girls production I would be a rich girl but I do not. So don't sue me.

This is a one time shot story unless I get some reviews that do noflame,then maybe I might consider another chapter.

Literati pairing? Trory pairing? Lory pairing? Rogan pairing?Morty pairing? Who knows? Decide for yourself or make some assumptions but I hold the truth to it.

Years had gone by after he left. She cried for him every night for the next year. After that, she pushed the memory of him back into the outer reaches of her mind. She knew his scent on her would never fade even after going out with others to forget about him. No one would ever forget him and every now and then people would ask what happened to him.

People said he had been sent back to which he came from, hell maybe. Others gossiped, thathe was sent to prison for his crime, others thought he left never to be seen again. They all were wrong. Here he was a couple of years later back in town, after the night he left her.

But now he was back in town, he didn't ask anyone where she was and no one yet had known he had come back. The world had changed as he went into hiding for a while. He was sent to a place that he thought was off the far end of the world. It was a place that invoked in him the power to getting through the day just to get out alive and go to her. That is what it was all about.

After all these years, he still wanted her. With every fiber of his being, he needed and wanted her. It might have been a stupid choice to come back to see if she wanted him. But it was his choice and his choice alone to come back to rekindle their passion. He wanted to know now and ever what she felt for him. If she didn't care for him anymore, then he needed to know. He needed to know or he would simply go mad.

Looking around town, he headed back to the home that never was his. It was a home that was so broken, nothing could fix it only masking tape could mend it for a while. After the tape that bound his family came off, then all hell broke loose.

Sitting on his bed, he lay himself back on it. Staring up at the wall, he sawimages of her floating across the ceiling, smiling, snickering, taunting him. All the images came to him pounding down onto his chest. All of it barreling like a bullet to his heart.

Hating the way she made him feel, he got up and slammed his fist against a wall. He felt pain seer through him as his knuckles started to bruise and bleed a bit.

"Shit," he replied as he walked to the bathroom to wash up. There placed on the mirror for him to look whenever he brushed his teeth was a picture of her.

"Damn you," he whispered under his breath as he took the picture and looked at it a bit. Thinking better of it, he threw the picture into the trash and washed up.

Walking out, he went back to the bed to rest a bit before heading out to face the public. For now he would sleep all his problems away. . . for now.

Review! I love reviews but not flaming and or flamers! Should I continue?