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"Rory Gilmore… will you marry me?" Logan asked for the second time sense she knew him, getting down on one knee. He opened a red velvet box that contained a huge twinkling diamond ring.

She stared at him with an expression of total shock. The first time she said no. She had her whole life left to live and she wasn't ready to be fully committed to someone for the rest of her life.

They had gone their separate ways for a few years, not speaking, ever. Until he tracked her down five months ago, telling her he wanted, no needed a second chance. She said no four times, but after the fifth message left on her phone she caved. At least this time there wasn't a coffee cart or hundreds of flowers.

They went to a fancy restaurant, a French place she couldn't pronounce, much less afford. So it was on him, as always He had told her he was sorry and thought they should "give it another go", his words, not hers.

Thinking it wouldn't be so horrible she said yes. Rory had only been out a few times and had one relationship sense she said no to him, and everyday she had regretted it.

And there he was again, asking her the same question and this time she knew what her answer would be. Unlike last time it was just the two of them, not hundreds of people watching them at a party. It has taken her years to figure it out but she finally had settled on something right for the both of them.

"Logan I…" Rory began looking down at him. His eyes shinning with hope, willing her to say yes.

After a long pause she says "I'm sorry. I can't." and began to slowly walk away.

"Why not?" he said. Rory hadn't expected this. In every scenario she thought of this never happened. He would cry or walk away, maybe even scream at her. But never this.

His question was calm and quiet; filled with sorrow and remorse.

"Why?" she repeated him.

"Yes I think I have a right to know why you don't want to be with me Rory." He said, the ring was now out of sight back in his jacket pocket.

"Do you really want to know why?" she asked him walking closer to him.

"Yes, that is why I asked." He told her.

"I don't want to be with someone who crawls home at all hours of the night smelling of perfume and alcohol. A person who lives off a trust fund has never been the person for me. Someone who lets me drop out of school, move in with stuffy old rich people and never tries to talk me out of it wouldn't be a person who thinks of me first." Looking at him she noticed he looked stabbed, beaten, down, like he truly was sorry but she didn't let that get in the way. She was on a roll now

"I want notes in the margin, arguments over books and bands, not bills and blond prostitutes. Someone to right me notes and places them over the house in a corny cute way. When I walk into the room wearing an old Metallica T-shirt and boxers they can't help but smile. I want someone to get beat up by a swan, then come to dinner like nothing happened, and when I get mad that person doesn't care if I through deviled eggs at their car, they just smirk and reach for the bucket and sponge. Most importantly I want a person who will pull me aside and whisper things in my ear just because he can." She finished not even looking up for his reaction, she focused her eyes on the ground and walked way from him.

Forever.

I want Jess. She thought to her self as she let tears come down her face thinking of the great man she gave up years ago.