Paris.
Rory was stuck in the living room after reading her last message to him. He couldn’t believe Paris was also gone. There was no way those qualities she had seen in him will ever appear on him now.
An hour passed and Rory’s phone began ringing, groaning in annoyance. He gets up from the bed and when he answered it; it was Phoebe.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Rory, where are you?” asked Phoebe in a weary tone of voice.
“I’m home,” he frowned at her worried tone of voice, “why did you ask what happened this time? And why are you sounding like someone just died?” he was partly annoyed from Paris leaving at the moment he was developing feelings for her, and also because he hated the feeling he was having in his gut.
“It’s Paris, turn on the news.” he did as he was told and there on the news was an accident, a plane crash and reading the headline, it read; “Paris Allen dies in a plane crash thirty minutes ago.”