A/N: I honestly wrote this in five minutes right after the Gilmore Girls finale, because I am pathetic, and miss Jess quite terribly. They had all of the other characters but him. So this is what I wrote to fill that void. This is dedicated to Gilmore Girls, and the seven years of love that it showed us. This will eventually be a multichapter. This is basically an outline of what is to come. It will get better. I promise.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am no way affiliated with the CW, Gilmore Girls, Jess, Rory, Milo Ventimiglia, or Alexis Bledel. Characters are not mine.
The Process of Letting Go
Luke and Lorelai were too tangled in each other's presence to notice Rory slipping out of the diner door, and into the dark desolate town. The only lights that remained were the street posts, and everything was damp. She wanted to take one final look around to her childhood home. This place had been her life, and the realization that she was leaving was slowly beginning to hurt her. She walked through a puddle, and decided to take a trip to the bridge. On the way there, she started getting flash backs of all the memories she had gathered there those twenty-one something years.
She passed the gazebo, and saw her and Lane's numerous conversations, walked passed Kyle's old house, and saw how his gate didn't quite hang straight from the struggle at his party so many years ago.
She reached the bridge.
Memories flooded back like the rain that had poured down earlier.
Each droplet another conversation. Another word.
Shall we?
They came by the bundle, every word and conversation that they ever had.
Ernest only has lovely things too say about you.
His lips on hers so many years ago. His body heat.
Dean's an idiot.
It wasn't so long ago. They had just seen each other in Philly.
Come with me?
The good and the bad, it was all there. Taunting. And it stung.
No!
Just when she thought that she had forgotten.
I know you. I know you better than anyone.
Yup. They were all there.
She was surprised how easily she can remember every detail of all of their conversations.
She looked down at the damp wood. It smelled moldy and musty, but she couldn't help but love every minute of it.
When she looked up, she saw brown pools, which looked weary, and tired.
"Jess?"
She was in shock, and he just walked up to her, and embraced her into a hug.
They fell right back into place just like they always do.
They just fit.
Perfectly.
They belong together.
It just took four years to figure out.
But what is time?
When you have a lifetime.
She was finally on her way to start her own life.
She was finally ready to run away with him.
To become a journalist, and be who, or whatever she wanted.
He would be there this time. She knew it.
Everything fit into place now.
Exactly how she always wanted it to.
Now, they were finally ready.
I knew it the first moment I saw you two years ago.
Now they had forever.