Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Oh! If I was a powerful god, then Lorelai would be mine...but alas...what a sad reality... :(.

CHAPTER 1 "Rory's gone"

Lorelai's POV

"I'm moving in with dad."

"You're doing what?"

"I'm moving in...with...my dad..." Rory's voice became a whipser. She couldn't face me and let alone look into my eyes. She kept staring at the floor, playing nervously with her hands.

Being Lorelai, I would normally yell, scream, ask her why and make a very big deal of it.

But for the first time, I couldn't. I couldn't. I was so tired. Tired of playing hide and seek with her. If she wanted to go there. There she would go. After all, I raised her to be stubborn and make her own decisions. I just never taught her decisions would turn against me.

"Why?" I asked her carefully.

"Because...I..need...some...space.."

"From me?"

"Yes..." she answered slowly.

That' it. I felt my heart slowly breaking. For months, she kept being distant, not talking to me. Only a brief good-morning or if I was really lucky, she would add an "how was your day" to the "good morning"

We didn't say anything to each other for a long moment. I kept starring at her. Finally, her eyes met mine. I couldn't understand what was going on.

"Well, when are you moving? Do you need help or something with moving your stuff.?" I played her game.

"No, thanks. Im...I'm just fine." her voice quickvered.

"Fine! You're fine. You're perfectly fine. That's just so...fine. Excuse me."

I left her and hurried to my room. I was afraid to show her the tears that threaten to fall at any moments. Reaching the bed, I started slowly crying.

Why? Why Rory? Why would Rory do that to me? And to go live with her dad? Of all people, she choose Chris over me.

The next morning, when I went downstairs, the first thing I saw was her luggage ready to go. I gasped angrily. What? She didn't tell me she was moving today.

Then, Rory came into the living room.

"No dad, it's fine. She's sleeping. Yeah...you know mom. Yeah...ok...fine..fine...I love you too..."

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me.

"Dad, I have to go. I love you too."

I stared at her and anger took over me. So that's it, she was going to leave without even telling me. She was running like a thief.

"So, you didn't tell me you were moving today and that early." I snapped at her.

She gulped nervously.

"Yeah, well...it was better..."

"Better? BETTER?" I yelled

She didn't answer.

"I can't believe you would do that to me. Rory. God Rory. Are you that low? Running away early in the morning. Hoping that maybe, maybe I wouldn't wake up. What were you thinking?"

"I..."

"Shut up! I'm not done. And that's not even it. You packed everything. Like you were definitely moving or something." Suddenly, I stopped, crazy ideas making their ways in my head.-Wait, are you...are you moving for good?"

She didn't answer. But her guilty face gave me the answer I was looking for.

Before I could say anything else...

"Hello?" Chris's voice was heard. He was standing outside with his Volvo.

"Dad!" Rory smiled and jumped into her father's arms. He was radiant. He was so happy that his little girl whom he never looked after was finally forgiving him. And what more? She was moving in forever with him. I couldn't help but feel a terrible jealousy. Why would she be with her father and not me?

"Christopher" I said politely, but coldly.

"Lorelai" He answered joyfully, then he came closer and kissed me on my cheeks. That got me really surprised. Was he that hypocrite or was he that naive? Anyways, I forced a small smile for his sake, after all, I wasn't really all his fault.

"Dad...um...where's going to be late." Rory slowly said, looking at her dad. I could tell she was scared to look any other place.

"Right, right." He said and took Rory's bags and headed for the door.

He went to his car, leaving me and Rory into an uncomfortable silence. Was there any use talking to her? Was there any use for her to hear any of my rants? She would only find another reason to hate me. Being un-Lorelai like, I shut my mouth. If really she was committing a mistake, then she'd come back to me later. Yes! That's it. She would realise her mistake and come back to me eventually. This came me some hope. Without saying anything, I decided to just leave and went into my own room. It was better this way. For both of us. I was shielding her of what my mouth could say. Terrible things better be left unsaid.

I heard Chris's honk before they left. Right after they left, I descended the stairs to go to Rory's room. The same old room where she lived almost all her life. The house were we lived almost all our lifes. Only it was a little empty because of all the things she took with her. But most of her books were still there.

"Strange! Why wouldn't she bring her books?" I wondered. .

Reaching out, I stroked a book with my fingertips. It was the last book that Rory was reading. I could still imagine the day, a couple of weeks ago, when I got home.

It was dark and a small light was coming from under Rory's room. I knocked softly. Then I entered, where I found Rory, on her bed, the book spread on her stomach, half asleep. She gave me a sleepy smile.

"Mom?"

"Hey babe - I smiled at her, then, sat on the edge of her bed. I took the book from her, marked the page.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh...go to back to sleep. I'm marking your page. Don't worry." She gave me this sweet smile, held my hand firmly and brought it to her face. With my fingertips, I reached out and stroked her cheek.

"Poor kid, worked herself to sleep."

I bended a little and whispered in her ear:

"Sweet dream, babe. We're having a big catching up in movies tomorrow. You better be awake or I'll have to drag your butt all the way to Stars Hollow's video store. But I'll buy your coffee. Promise."

With that, I pulled the covers on her, stood up and before I could turn around and leave, I could swear a small smile was playing on her innocent baby face. She heard everything I said to her.

I would've gave everything to have that moment back. I sat down on her bed. It almost hurt to do that. The bed smelled like her. The cushion smelled like her. Everything smelled her. What was I suppose to do without her? Who's going to be my best friend from now on? There's still Sookie, but...it's not the same. She's Sookie. Cray, also busy Sookie. She has her own kids to worry about.

"Dam it" I yelled in anger. She had no right to abandon me like that. "Rory! You can't do that to me."

Tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks.

I laid on the bed and cried. Just cried.

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