In The Forgotten Gilmore, Alessia Gilmore grapples with adolescence in Stars Hollow, a town where gossip flows as freely as coffee at Luke's Diner. Overshadowed by her mother Lorelai's bond with twin sister Rory, Alessia finds solace in her irrevere...
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Alessia and Rory, aged eight, were inseparable. They wore matching outfits—bright yellow dresses with sunflowers—and performed their elaborate secret handshake with pride. Their giggles filled the house as they raced around the park, built sandcastles, and dreamed about their futures.
"Ready, set, go!" Alessia shouted as they sprinted, their laughter echoing through the sunny afternoon.
"Wait for me!" Rory called, her pigtails bouncing as she tried to catch up.
They spent hours on the swings and built elaborate sandcastles, often ending in playful sand fights. Their evenings were spent whispering secrets and dreams in their shared bedroom. Rory dreamed of being an astronaut, while Alessia envisioned painting the stars her sister would explore.
"Promise we'll always be best friends?" Alessia asked one night, her voice full of childish sincerity.
"Promise," Rory replied, linking her pinky with Alessia's. "Best friends forever."
Those carefree days felt like a distant memory now. Alessia sat at her desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes. The weight of her strained relationship with Rory was heavier than any academic pressure. The distance between them had started with subtle favoritism from their mother but had deepened into a chasm after Rory had kissed Jess, Alessia's ex-boyfriend.
The photograph of their childhood days, a snapshot of happier times, only added to her frustration. Alessia's phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a text from Rory.
Rory: "Hey, you okay? Haven't seen you around much."
Alessia stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She wanted to scream, to express her hurt and betrayal, but instead, she typed a terse reply.
Alessia: "Just busy with exams. You?"
Rory: "Same. Want to study together tomorrow?"
Alessia's heart raced. The thought of seeing Rory was unbearable. She had no desire to pretend everything was fine.
Alessia: "No. I don't think so."
The next day, Alessia was at home, trying to focus on her studies, when she heard a knock on her door. Rory barged in, looking frustrated and determined.
"Alessia, we need to talk!" Rory said, her voice strained.
Alessia looked up, her expression cold. "What's there to talk about? You kissed Jess, Rory. How do you even think we can just go back to normal?"
Rory's face reddened. "I was trying to make things right! I thought studying together might help us get back to where we were."
"Back to where we were?" Alessia's voice was sharp. "That was before you decided to betray me. Before you showed me just how little our bond meant to you."
"Don't be so dramatic!" Rory snapped. "I made a mistake. I'm trying to make amends."
"A mistake?" Alessia's voice trembled with anger. "It wasn't just a mistake. It was a betrayal. And you think a study session will fix it?"
Rory's eyes flashed with hurt. "I'm not saying it will fix everything, but it's a start!"
"You think you can just waltz back into my life and everything will be okay?" Alessia shouted, standing up from her chair. "It doesn't work like that!"
"I'm trying here!" Rory yelled back, her face streaked with frustration. "Why can't you see that?"
"Because all I see is you taking everything for granted," Alessia retorted. "I'm tired of being second-best. I'm tired of feeling like I'm not worth your attention unless it's convenient for you!"
The argument escalated, voices rising with every word. Rory slammed the door in frustration, only for Alessia to throw her own door open and run out of the house, tears streaming down her face.
She ran down the street, her mind clouded with frustration. Her feet carried her on autopilot, and before long, she found herself standing outside the diner. She looked up at the familiar neon sign, its glow harsh against the night sky.
Her hand trembled as she reached for the door. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Just as she was about to push the door open, she looked up and saw Jess standing inside, behind the counter.
Their eyes locked, and Jess's expression shifted from confusion to shock. Alessia's heart pounded harder in her chest. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if every emotion she had tried to bury was now laid bare.
Without thinking, she turned and fled down the street, her sobs escaping uncontrollably. The familiar sounds of the diner faded behind her as she ran, the cool night air stinging her cheeks. She didn't know where she was going—only that she needed to escape from the pain that had suddenly resurfaced.
