So, this is a Rory/Logan one shot that I wrote a while ago. I don't like it all that much, but I figured I would post it anyway. "You're her brother?" and "Nothing but a Picture" will both be updated very soon. It's set right after the finale.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.

Rory sat alone on her bed, her eyes filled with tears, her face red and swollen from crying, her whole body was shaking, and she would give anything for the dreadful feeling to go away.

She had tried to be strong, she had told herself that saying no to Logan was the only possible answer, and that she wasn't ready for what he was asking for. It all sounded a little backwards to her, Logan being the one to peruse their relationship, to be the one to suggest they take it to the next step, when in the past she had always been the one holding it together and pushing it forward. Her brain told her this was the best solution, but her heart did not quite agree.

And yet, Rory had told him no anyway, taking logic's side over feelings, and, at the time, had been completely sure of her decision. She was now free to do whatever she wanted, to pursue the career she wanted, and, when the time was right, she could meet some other guy who she would eventually marry and live happily ever after with. It was the perfect solution. But now, just a few days later, her heart was fighting back and her brain didn't want to listen.

For the first few days reasoning won the ongoing battle, and she faked a smile as she partied and celebrated with friends and family, living it up, and telling constant lies whenever someone asked the simple question of how she was doing. She seemed to be doing a fairly good job of it, too, considering her own mom hadn't noticed the change, or at least she didn't voice it out loud.

It wasn't until she had crawled under her covers this particular Monday night that Rory was finally taken over by a overpowering need to cry it all out, she, after all, was human, and couldn't hold it in forever. Her emotions had caught up with her, and so there she lay, sitting up against the back of her bed, her knees up with her arms wound tightly around them, the tears quickly and quietly streaming down her rosy cheeks. What happened to being strong?, she asked herself, trying to choke back the tears that were becoming impossible to control.

Despite her anger and resentment, Rory would give anything to be holding Logan in her arms, to feel his body against hers, to hear the steady thumping of his heartbeat as her head rested against his chest. No, she quickly told herself, trying to push the thoughts out of her head, I shouldn't be thinking this way.

With her body still trembling, she ran her fingers through her tangled, messy hair, and buried her head in her knees, sitting in silence as she tried to control her ever changing emotions. She didn't know how much time had gone by, she wasn't exactly watching the clock, but night seemed to be crawling by slowly, and it felt like it had been hours since the whole thing had started. Her mind was racing with thoughts, thoughts about Logan, and she couldn't stop them if she tried.

Rory tried to sleep it off, but she tossed and turned for hours, the tears still wet on her swollen face. She then tried to cry it out, and get it over with, but that didn't seem to be making any difference either. It was all useless, her heart was not about to give up.

Not able to take it anymore, Rory, oblivious to the time, reached out for her cell phone and, without hesitation, quickly dialed a familiar number.

Love had won the battle.

Eh, what did you all think?
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