Just a little something… it may not make much sense, but it is what it is. :) Gen, you’re ‘blindingly shiny’! Mwaha. I may be delusional, but not enough to think that Gilmore Land belongs to me.

Broken

She was fragile. Underneath her carefully maintained exterior, she was stamped ‘This Side Up’ and ‘Handle With Care’. She’d been dropped more times than she could count; but had always picked up what she could salvage, pieced herself back together the best she knew how, built up a wall around herself and carried on.

This time, however, she was broken beyond repair. The pieces were so tiny she wasn’t even sure she could see what they had been in the first place. The one person who knew how to put her back together wasn’t there.

The Christmas she’d turned ten, Gran had given her a beautiful snowglobe from Italy. Hand blown glass with a slight tint of blue encompassed a magical scene on the Italian Riviera. She’d been taken by it; had had a desire from a young age for traveling. A desire for a life away from the only one she’d been given… a life away from maids, itchy cotillion dresses and shoes that were too tight. A life away from twelve course dinners and parents who were too busy to care. One day, she vowed, she would go to Italy and find the scene that had inspired this work of art.

Now, some twenty-eight years later, Lorelai had the impulse to look at it again. Methodically climbing the stairs to her room, the room that was now hers alone and no longer shared, she scrounged around until she found the dog-eared box in the back corner of her closet. The trinket sat neglected, still hastily wrapped in a Sunday morning comic paper from over two decades ago. She took it out of the box, turning it gently in her hands so that the artificial flakes swirled in the water.

She was struck by a sudden bitterness for her once-loved snow that was falling into the night; bitterness for dreams slipped away, obtained and lost from reach again. She almost expected to feel her eyes sting with tears that had fallen too many times yet not enough, but none came. Without any thought as to why she was doing so, she opened her bedroom window and felt a hollow chill as the frigid air invaded her space. She dropped the globe out into the night, feeling the pieces of Lorelai shatter onto the ground below as the glass separated… broken beyond repair.