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156 - All That Mattered.

Author: Honey
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-31 21:30:30

(RORY’S POV)

The day had been a whirlwind of classes and final-bell chaos, but all I could think about was the moment I’d finally see Rory. My encounter with Leslie had left a foul taste in my mouth, a bitter residue of her desperate rage and empty threats. I’d walked away from her, from the stifling heat of the locker room and the ugliness of her words, with a single, clear thought: I needed to be with Rory. Her presence was a balm, a quiet sanity in the midst of my own personal storm.

I saw her as soon as I pulled into the school parking lot. She was standing by the curb, her backpack slung over her shoulder, a small, confident silhouette against the darkening sky. A wave of immense pride and quiet joy washed over me. The way she held herself, the way her hair caught the last bit of sunlight—she was beautiful, in a way that had nothing to do with makeup or perfectly styled hair. She was just… Rory.

I pulled up to the curb, rolling down the window. Her face lit up when she saw me, th
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