The next day, she wakes up, aching and hung over. She moves as though she is walking in Jell-O, and wishes to shake this lethargy. She wants to move fast, watch as life quickly passes her by. She knows that isn't the way things work.
As she is sifting through her purse for a dime at Starbucks (she hates herself somewhat for this), she comes upon a grocery list, scribbled in his distinctive handwriting.
Dammit.
Today was going to be the day she didn't think about him once. The thought of Danny only serves to alienate her, make her feel guilty and sad.
It's surreal to her, looking at this evidence of her so-called previous life that she only left days ago. Her life today feels so different than it did a week ago. She feels a little bit guilty that Danny had to write a brand new list.
She didn't want him to hate her. She was Rory Gilmore; she didn't want anybody to hate her!
Danny was good. He smelled of laundry detergent and newspaper ink. Emily love him, Richard loved him, Lorelai loved him, Lane loved him, even Paris and Luke liked him. And he loved her. This made it a lot easier for her to forgive herself for the fact that she didn't love him.
She wanted to love him; life would have been so much easier if she did.
He was so good to her. He would sit down on the couch with her after dinner, holding her hand while telling her all the things that made him think of her that day. A girl on a bicycle, an mural in the park, a silly joke a coworker e-mailed to him. It made her feel very bad when she realized that she hadn't thought of him at all that day. She promised herself that she would think of him tomorrow. She always broke those promises, though.
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