Behind the glass door. Four simple words. Just a small phrase that could be used in any speech, in any place, by any person, yet no one ever stopped to think about what was behind this particular glass door.
Thousands of people had passed the door. When she threw pool parties when she was a kid and her parents were gone, no one looked through the glass. When her parents would throw cocktail parties with rich, high-society, snooty people, no one looked through the glass. When they passed there every Friday for dinner, no one looked through the glass.
But now, right here Lorelai was looking through the glass of the pool house and saw her daughter putting away books. Suddenly the glass became the enemy. It was the equivalent of the barrier that had been put up between the two ever since the fiasco at Weston's. Only, this time it was really there, mocking her, confirming the reality of the wall that she had convinced herself wasn't really there, it was only in her imagination.
Rory looked out of the window and met her mother's gaze. The two stared at each other for a moment before Rory looked away, too ashamed to continue the nonverbal debate they were having.
A mistake is a mistake and nothing more. I made a mistake and there's nothing I can do about it. Even if I apologized to mom, it doesn't change the fact that I made a mistake. Although, it would change the fact that we're losing each other. I am. I am losing my mother and my best friend. Rory thought, continuing putting the books away subconsciously.
Rory felt a sudden urge to open the door, to clear the barrier between the two women. But she couldn't. Her hand was stuck to her books and she couldn't bare to make the first move and clear up the tension.
She needed Lorelai to do it; there were some things you couldn't do on your own and Rory realized that this was one of them.
But while they knew that it took the both of them to break the glass door, they also knew that the glass door was the one thing that was stopping them and that scared them.
Because losing your best friend is scary. Because not knowing if you'll ever be able to break the tension is scary.
Because if you do break the glass door, you have no idea what lies ahead of you and you never will know. And that is horrifying.
A/N: Well, that was weird. It kind of made me realize that I have some glass doors of my own that need breaking. What do you think? You could review and tell me what you think or you could keep it bundled up inside like a jack-in-the-box. Your choice. :-)
p.s. I know that it's short, but some things are meant to be short. This being one of them.