A/N: This is just a little filler chapter to get my story up to date with what's been going on. It's not that great, I know, but…more chapters are on the way, I swear. Don't hate me!
Chapter Sixteen- The Girl That Once Was
In the months following the dinner disaster, everything seemed to go wrong at once. The internship, the yacht, Yale…her mom. Rory's world seemed to be crashing down around her, and the only thing there to save her was him. He didn't even have to say anything; just be there to hold her.
He knew that was what she needed. She needed to be held. She needed to feel safe. And that was what he gave her: safety; love; comfort.
At first, he had tried to convince her to call her mother, but to no avail. It only made things worse. After a while, he gave up, and comforted her during her frequent breakdowns.
He hated seeing her like this; hated knowing she was hurting; hated knowing there was nothing he could do to save her.
She was pulling farther and farther away from everything she knew; everything she loved…on a path of self-destruction.
Giving up her life-long dream; the unbreakable bond with her mother…it had ruined her. She was not the same person she was. Not since Dean…not since that night had she been the same. It had led her down a path that no one thought she'd take. A path that would shake a household so profoundly that no one could imagine the outcome.
The unbreakable Gilmore bond was existent no longer. Rory Gilmore was no longer the smart, beautiful, Ivy-league down-to-earth sweetheart she once was. She was now an empty shell that resembled Rory; A depressed, wandering, empty girl with no direction; no purpose. She was the girl that once was.
All he could do was watch; watch and wait; watch, wait, and wish for the old Rory…his Rory to return to him…All he wanted was to see her vibrant blue eyes light up again; to see her brilliant smile; to hear her laugh; to see her with her mother; her name-sake, her best friend, her everything.
All any one could do was wait…and hope.