"I slept with Christopher,"
Those words kept repeating over and over inside his head. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe she had done this. He knew he had screwed up. He knew that he was the reason they were in the situation that they were in. That still did not give her a right to go and sleep with Christopher, the man who has now officially broken them up twice.
"How? How could she do this? Why?" He thought as he drove aimlessly around.
Things were bad. He never thought they'd get this bad, but they had. He wanted to fix it, he tried to fix it, but it had all fallen apart.
Lorelai had not cheated on him. According to her, their breakup had been in the town square. This had not been clear to Luke and so it felt like she had cheated on him, even though she hadn't. They might have been broken up, but there was still a chance to fix it. Not anymore. Not now that she had slept with Christopher. There was no fixing it this time. The damage had been done.
It seems as if everything's falling apart these days.
Tears stung at his eyes. Luke Danes was not a man who cried. There had only been two occasions where he had cried after the age of ten and those were the deaths of his mother and father. Nobody had died today. No, but today he lost his best friend and the woman he had loved for eleven years and that, to him, felt like a death.
He turned left onto the highway and headed for Maine. Liz and T.J. were back there now that the Renaissance Fair was in season. He needed to see his sister. He needed to seek advice and she was the only other female in his life he trusted other than Lorelai, who, today, proved that she wasn't as trustworthy as he thought she was.
...
Lorelai watched Luke drive off. The look, that look he had given her, right before he had left. She had never seen Luke look that way, ever. The image would not leave her head. It was burned into her brain.
She had never seen Luke cry, never in her life. In all the years she'd known him, she couldn't recall a single memory where Luke had looked the way he had just moments before, standing in front of her.
He hadn't cried. No tears had been shed. But she could see it in the way he had looked at her, all the pain etched into his somber face. And when those words left her mouth, the words she wished she'd never had to utter, it had been clear in his eyes all the thoughts and emotions he was feeling.
Lorelai could read Luke like a book. She'd known him so long that it was easy for her to tell his emotions apart. It pained her to see that she had caused him to feel this way. She hated herself for what she did. She regretted it more than anything and there wasn't a thing she could do to take it back.
Now, now things were all jumbled up together. Her life was currently one big jigsaw puzzle that needed its pieces put back together. The question was, could they put those pieces back in place this time? Or had things really gotten so bad that it was irreparable?
Sighing, she sat down on the porch step, burying her head in her hands and willing herself not to cry.
A/N: So, that was short, but I didn't want to have a long first chapter. I plan to definitely make the other chapters longer than this. Beware, there will be some L/C in this fic, but don't freak out about it.