A/N: Hey guys!!! It's me again… This is just a really short one-parter that slipped into my head. Like it, don't like it…it was just a thought. I have a warning though, it's not the happiest of stories. And for those of you who are wondering about my other story "After All These Years", it will be completed. Thanks!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters mentioned in this story. Unfortunately, they are all the property of the WB and Amy Sherman – Palladino.
She Said Yes
It was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. I had it all planned out. We would meet in the late afternoon; I would surprise her with some of Luke's coffee – her favorite. Then we would go out for a picnic and watch the sun set over the treetops as we sat in our little clearing in the woods. We would dance under the stars, and then, when the moment was just right, I would propose. I would finally ask her to be mine forever. She would say yes, and then we would laugh and cry, murmuring sweet "I love you's" over and over again.
But something went horribly wrong. Something I didn't account for. We got through the coffee and the picnic. We watched the sun set and we did the dancing…but even after all that the moment just still wasn't right yet. So we went for a walk through the town, stopping briefly in the gazebo. While there, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, loving the way that her body molded to mine. I chose that moment to look over at her…and I think that right then she was possibly the happiest that I've ever seen her. And there it was…that perfect moment. So I went for it. I got down on one knee in the center of the gazebo in the town which she loved so dearly, and I asked her. Her eyes lit up and she started to reply, saying "Ye - "
And then, the shot rang out, and my love collapsed into my arms.
Nobody saw it coming – that shot that took her from me forever. They told me later, after the shock had worn off, that the shooter just appeared out of nowhere, angry at the world. He hadn't meant to shoot her, he told his attorney. He was just going to wave the gun around a little, scare a few people, make them listen to whatever it was that was making his life so horrible. He hadn't meant to pull the trigger, he said.
But he did. He pulled that trigger, and took her from me forever.
So here I am, one month later, standing over her headstone for the millionth time, tears streaming down my cheeks for my beautiful, lost love. I bend down and trace my fingers over her name, trying to bring even a little bit of her back to me.
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore"
1985-2009
"Loved By Many, Missed by All"
But I know that I will never have her back; and that's what kills me, over and over again. I stand up, again overcome with grief. But then I look back down to her headstone and I see something that I'd missed before – one perfect daisy growing next to the slab of marble. And I remind myself that life's not as bad as I make it out to be sometimes. I will be with Rory again someday…and it will be perfect. After all, she said yes.