In memoriam. First Gilmore fic, so be nice. I'm not really happy with it, so I hope it doesn't suck too much. Also, don't know if this should be chapter or oneshot fic.
It was a necklace. Simply a necklace. It didn't mean anything, it didn't mean that everything was okay. It felt like it had been ages since Lorelai had been given something that meant this much to her, although she supposed it had more to do with who had given it to her than the necklace herself.
"It suits you."
Lorelai smiled at her daughter, the moment completely bittersweet. Things should have been this way all along, just the three of them, coffee and lots of food. She had blown it, and now all that remained were a couple of hours and a couple thousand calories. She had let her daughter down by being indecisive. Rory had wanted nothing more than for her mother to be happy, but Lorelai had been unwilling to listen to her heart. She had messed up, and now that she had finally managed to make everything right, Rory was leaving for God only knew how long, and it was very possible that Rory would never live nearby again.
It was just another instance of sacrificing one dream for another-- after all, wasn't that the way that Rory had come into the world? Adolescent Lorelai had wanted nothing more than to go to an amazing university and live up to her full potential, and she also knew that eventually she wanted to be a mother-- preferably further down the road.
When she had discovered that she was pregnant, she knew that she had to make a decision: college or baby? In addition to the fact that she couldn't find it in herself to abort, she had been apprehensive, but she had believed that fate would lead her where she needed to go. She took a chance and trusted her instincts, and it had paid off. She had the most incredible daughter that she could have ever possibly dreamed of-- and to think she had considered giving it up!
Now she was going to have the man and not the kid. Granted, it wasn't as if Rory had died or she would never be back to visit, but everything still felt so simultaneously right and wrong and she could barely wrap her mind around it.
She brought her hand up to the necklace around her neck, touching it gently, smiling. This was good, she decided-- she could deal with only having a piece of the dream; it was better than nothing.
"It does, doesn't it?"
