Hola peoples! please read! the next chapter will be out as soon as I'm finished with 'a very snowy christmas's next chapter. whcih won't be long I don't think!
Disclaimer: Nah I don't own Gilmore Girls, if I did things would be very very different.
Repost chap. one
Wakening
A novel one string muse, nothing more than a written word, a classic, a tale, so engrossingly attractive, one should think the author would never write again.
Looking down at her computer, laptop, Rory sighed. Dropping her head onto her palms she brooded. She should have worked harder, she should never had left Yale for that one year. It had put her so far behind, writing reviews, when she could have been out in the action. Not that she didn't enjoy her current job, she was reading, one of her favourite pastimes, and mocking, criticizing, or praising the content of the book. There just happened to be no room for improvement, no truechallenge in it.
Ugh, she shook her head tussling, her short hair and tangling it in her face. Rory opened her cell phone, and flipping through her address book, she became steadily more and more depressed.
'Damn the never ending…..' The curse words slide from her mouth, a slick hiss of frustration.
Ever since Luke had died, it was sudden no mind, grisly though, it wasn't a good way to go. She and her mother had not been on very good terms, and lately they hadn't been speaking at all.
Rory wasn't dating anyone; Logan had dumped her for a more ambitious woman, who apparently wasn't as deterred by negative comments as she was. Jess was somewhere, most probably in New York, working on a degree in law. Dean had reconciled with Lindsay and they now were very happy, living with their young children in a townhouse in Star's Hallow.
She was still friends with Paris, after all she was little Andromeda's godmother. Rory had attended Paris' and Doyle's wedding when she had still been in their good graces. Now Rory barely saw the new family twice a year.
The Gilmore Girls had become negative. Lorelai's father had died, Luke had gone also. The family was now devoid of men. After Logan had left, Rory too had become bitter, immersing herself in her work, coldly acknowledging only those who would help her move forward.
Sighing, a perfect note, starting high and slowly declining, she moved the mouse and opened a new document.
Logan was worried. He paced, quickly, unbalanced across the room. He had thought that he didn't love her, been sure of it actually. But now he wasn't so sure.
Yes, he had dumped Rory. Logan was convinced that she just wasn't what he was looking for, not right now, not ever. But as the saying goes, you don't know what you have until you don't have it anymore. In his case it wasn't an 'it' it was a she.
He missed her terribly. Sadly, Logan had too much pride to admit his mistake, though he was becoming more disheartened every waking moment.
Closing her eyes, leaning back, she pressed the play button on her walkman. . . . . .
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed his face and kissed his head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make him glow
Why are you so far away? he said
Why won't you ever know?
That I'm in love with you
She opened her sky blue eyes, stretched her fingers, and began to type. Words seemed to pour from her fingers; the way sheeting rain seemed to race from dark clouds.
Dismal prospects, I have hatred down pat. I can feel It. I've lost it. It's the to cold water slowly sliding down my throat. I have an inability, the inability to
Love?
Have I lost it?
Impossible. She still loved her mother, she loved her grandmother.
She still loved him.
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