Fics like someone could waste their whole life helplessly, just patiently waiting for a love like you and me (you still have all of my heart).

paris has been paying close attention, uncharacteristically quiet as she watches rory. “..but, how will I know?” “you just..will. it’s like a gut thing; it’ll feel good and right and hopefully, seamless.” she assures, giving a gentle smile to the anxiously raw paris “..that’s the kind of person you’ll end up with. or should.” “...seems idealistic, and unreasonable.” paris decides, making rory sigh in defeat “and not the kind of thing that happens to me..” “fine then.” rory concludes, putting her attention back down to her sheets “if it doesn’t come to fruition, then you have my permission to come over and personally tell me I’m wrong.” “...and if I find him?..” “then you get a happy ever after and you have to tell me I was right. and you owe me twenty bucks.” she concludes as she flips her page, unable to help the curl of her lips. another scoff, though warm. “that’ll be the day..” paris mutters dryly, getting another quiet smile from rory, and, shyly, a diluted one from her too. - for years, rory sadly watches paris fall over and over for men who barely fit her and who barely see her. up until she can't watch anymore.

Fics like someone could waste their whole life helplessly, just patiently waiting for a love like you and me (you still have all of my heart).

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