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 not flame,then maybe I might consider another chapter.

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

Not even in his dreams could he escape her. He tried and tried again all night to dream of something else other than visions of her. Nothing would work even he had knocked himself out with a blunt object. His dreams would start out not too shabby but by the end of it, it would be filled with her finding ways to destroy him. But in all his dreams, he would take pleasure in her bringing him pain.

Damn her for being the beautiful angel that she is. Heh, angel. She was never an angel to him. She was sadistic to him without ever knowing about it. She had ripped out his heart a thousand times and a thousand times he let it keep happening. He could have become one of those people who loved being self-mutilated by another.

Either way, she wouldn't let him go without a fight. She wasn't even here and he was getting angry with her. Angry because she wouldn't let him be. It wasn't her fault that she was gifted with beautiful features like her mother but it was her own doing that she got him into this mess.

If it wasn't for her, then maybe he could have gotten through life without having to stop and listen for the sweet melody of her voice. He wouldn't have stopped whatever he was doing to think about whether she was thinking about him. It troubled him, knowing that he would have to face up and have a talk with her. Caused him to have goose bumps go up and down his arms.

Made it like the first time he saw her walking into his life. Sounds cliche how he engaged the first time seeing her but that is how he truly felt. Time could have stood still if he wanted it to be, just so he could give careful attention to every thing he loved and loathed about her. Hate to love, love to hate, that was his motto.

Getting up from his bed for the umpteenth time, he walked to the mirror in the bathroom and looked at himself. He looked like shit with dark circles under his eyes. His hair was a mess as he tried to comb it out with his fingers.

"This is what you have done to me," he said to himself.

"Will drive you mad!" This was a loosely expression of what his intense love for her was doing to him. It was starting to take a toll on his mental and physical state. He could not keep up with this incessant gnawing in his stomach. He needed to deal with this now or never. If only now would come sooner.

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