Chapter One: Swirling Leaves
The crisp Connecticut air seemed to whisper slowly to the young woman sitting beneath a perfectly still birch tree. The leaves above her swirled in patters above her head, landing gently on her denim covered lap. Her hair, now grown out since the painful summer, cascaded across her shoulders limply—as though tired of it's life upon her head. Her sparkling blue eyes, once full of joy and abundant life, only held the dull shine of the pain and sorrow that come from betrayal.
The worn out blue jeans and turquoise coloured turtleneck that covered her exhausted frame were full of memories of the past—memories of a joyous childhood and bright days seemed to be all that was left of this young woman's happiness.
Coming out of her dazed expression, her fingers crept gracefully across the wooden bench that balanced her weight and grabbed a silver mug of cider. She raised it to her small pink lips and swallowed the hot liquid, wincing at it's horribly warm temperature pouring down her throat.
Her stomach growled, ravenous for more, and she grabbed the mug to quickly finish off the hot beverage. Wiping her mouth on her sleeve, she carefully packed the mug away into her messenger bag and slung it carefully across her shoulder.
The wind grabbed the newly written letter that hung carelessly out of her bag and tossed it to the cool air high above her head. Her eyes widened as she watched it fly away into the fierce wind, as a sacrifice to the cloudy gray skies above.
"NO!" she whispered falling to her knees, spilling several papers out of her flimsy bag.
From behind a tree, he watched her with his dark eyes as she slowly picked up the old homework papers, each marked with bright red A's. She grabbed magazines with celebrity filled pages and makeup tips and sex-powered advertisements splashed perfectly across every other page. The Yale Newspaper with hypocritical headlines condemning the misuse of government power was also artfully placed back into her bag. And lastly—there was a picture. She grabbed it into her left hand and stared at it, long lashes lowered as she gazed into the faces of the two people.
Her lower lip began to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. A young man stared back at her with eyes full of excitement and love whose arm was carelessly slung over the shoulder of a beautiful young woman. A sweet smile was pasted on her face, and a lacey top graced her beautiful frame. The couple stared back, reminding her of the days when forever had been the prediction of their love...his and hers.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she remembered the way that his lustfilled eyes had stared into hers when they'd been alone for the last time. She'd given in—thinking that this would truly win him back to her side. But all he'd wanted was her body—and after he'd had it, he tossed her away like the trash that she knew she was. He had reduced her to trash, and had taken away the innocent youthful beauty that should have remained hers.
Slowly, her hand went to the bulge barely showing through on her stomach. The young man watched her, his dark eyes widening as his anger grew, frothing and boiling, simmering as he slowly watched her pain. He could no longer hide and took a step aside from the tree that had concealed his presence from her. She looked up and her eyes grew large.
"J-J-J-Jess?" she stammered in painful amazement. "Yeah," he awkwardly whispered gathering as much confidence as possible. Yet, confidence was impossible as he stared into the eyes of the one person that he'd ever loved. He pulled his leather jacket around him protectively as the fierce wind grew stronger.
With no words she took a step towards him, tears forming in her eyes. He winced, thinking that he would probably have to endure the wrath of her anger towards Dean, the man who had truly hurt her. Instead, she pulled him closer to herself and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his jacket.
Awkwardly, he put his arms around her—realizing that he was so in awe of her bravery that he didn't feel worthy to touch the body of one who had another growing slowly inside of her as she sobbed into his jacket.
"Jess," she sobbed feeling the need to explain, "I—"
"Don't explain now," he whispered into her ear pulling her closer, "Just cry."
She continued to sob into the neck of his sweet smelling leather jacket that reminded her so much of him as the Connecticut sky slowly began to weep...pouring rain down as it fell. But wrapped in his arms, she didn't notice a thing.
Okay...that was the first chapter. Wow. This is so cool! I have always wanted to write a Gilmore Girls fic, and now I'm actually doing it. Please R/R (I'm assuming you've read the whole thing if you've gotten this far - , so just review. I really need feedback before I continue with the fic, so please tell me what you think (in detail) and let me know if you think I should continue. Love always
Weeping Rose
The crisp Connecticut air seemed to whisper slowly to the young woman sitting beneath a perfectly still birch tree. The leaves above her swirled in patters above her head, landing gently on her denim covered lap. Her hair, now grown out since the painful summer, cascaded across her shoulders limply—as though tired of it's life upon her head. Her sparkling blue eyes, once full of joy and abundant life, only held the dull shine of the pain and sorrow that come from betrayal.
The worn out blue jeans and turquoise coloured turtleneck that covered her exhausted frame were full of memories of the past—memories of a joyous childhood and bright days seemed to be all that was left of this young woman's happiness.
Coming out of her dazed expression, her fingers crept gracefully across the wooden bench that balanced her weight and grabbed a silver mug of cider. She raised it to her small pink lips and swallowed the hot liquid, wincing at it's horribly warm temperature pouring down her throat.
Her stomach growled, ravenous for more, and she grabbed the mug to quickly finish off the hot beverage. Wiping her mouth on her sleeve, she carefully packed the mug away into her messenger bag and slung it carefully across her shoulder.
The wind grabbed the newly written letter that hung carelessly out of her bag and tossed it to the cool air high above her head. Her eyes widened as she watched it fly away into the fierce wind, as a sacrifice to the cloudy gray skies above.
"NO!" she whispered falling to her knees, spilling several papers out of her flimsy bag.
From behind a tree, he watched her with his dark eyes as she slowly picked up the old homework papers, each marked with bright red A's. She grabbed magazines with celebrity filled pages and makeup tips and sex-powered advertisements splashed perfectly across every other page. The Yale Newspaper with hypocritical headlines condemning the misuse of government power was also artfully placed back into her bag. And lastly—there was a picture. She grabbed it into her left hand and stared at it, long lashes lowered as she gazed into the faces of the two people.
Her lower lip began to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. A young man stared back at her with eyes full of excitement and love whose arm was carelessly slung over the shoulder of a beautiful young woman. A sweet smile was pasted on her face, and a lacey top graced her beautiful frame. The couple stared back, reminding her of the days when forever had been the prediction of their love...his and hers.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she remembered the way that his lustfilled eyes had stared into hers when they'd been alone for the last time. She'd given in—thinking that this would truly win him back to her side. But all he'd wanted was her body—and after he'd had it, he tossed her away like the trash that she knew she was. He had reduced her to trash, and had taken away the innocent youthful beauty that should have remained hers.
Slowly, her hand went to the bulge barely showing through on her stomach. The young man watched her, his dark eyes widening as his anger grew, frothing and boiling, simmering as he slowly watched her pain. He could no longer hide and took a step aside from the tree that had concealed his presence from her. She looked up and her eyes grew large.
"J-J-J-Jess?" she stammered in painful amazement. "Yeah," he awkwardly whispered gathering as much confidence as possible. Yet, confidence was impossible as he stared into the eyes of the one person that he'd ever loved. He pulled his leather jacket around him protectively as the fierce wind grew stronger.
With no words she took a step towards him, tears forming in her eyes. He winced, thinking that he would probably have to endure the wrath of her anger towards Dean, the man who had truly hurt her. Instead, she pulled him closer to herself and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his jacket.
Awkwardly, he put his arms around her—realizing that he was so in awe of her bravery that he didn't feel worthy to touch the body of one who had another growing slowly inside of her as she sobbed into his jacket.
"Jess," she sobbed feeling the need to explain, "I—"
"Don't explain now," he whispered into her ear pulling her closer, "Just cry."
She continued to sob into the neck of his sweet smelling leather jacket that reminded her so much of him as the Connecticut sky slowly began to weep...pouring rain down as it fell. But wrapped in his arms, she didn't notice a thing.
Okay...that was the first chapter. Wow. This is so cool! I have always wanted to write a Gilmore Girls fic, and now I'm actually doing it. Please R/R (I'm assuming you've read the whole thing if you've gotten this far - , so just review. I really need feedback before I continue with the fic, so please tell me what you think (in detail) and let me know if you think I should continue. Love always
Weeping Rose