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Chapter 1: Sweet Songs of Sorrow
Rory sat in the front pew silently. She had tears streaming down her face. The right side of her face was purple and bruised, as if she had been hurt. She had no idea what to think about this.
Lane clutched her hand tightly. "It'll be okay, Rory," she whispered. She hugged Rory with all her heart.
"I don't get why this happened," Rory finally spoke. "He was a good guy, he did everything right. He was perfect. He never messed up. He was brilliant. I can't believe this happened."
"He was drunk driving, Rory. You couldn't have done anything."
"I told him to get out, he was drunk and I demanded that he got out. I was so stupid." She began crying onto her best friend's shoulder.
"Rory, don't worry about it," Lane cooed.
Lorelai was sitting on her other side. "Honey, you didn't have a choice. He hit you."
"He was drunk! He didn't know what he was doing!"
"But he did, Sweetie. He knew that he was hurting you."
"Why does everyone blame him? It was my fault too!"
"You were doing the right thing though, you knew that he was doing something wrong and made him leave."
"Lorelai's right, Rory," Lane added.
"How could I be so stupid? How could I throw him out?"
"Mommy!" The little girl sitting on Lorelai's lap squealed. She began tugging on Rory's sleeve. "Mommy, the service is over! Can we go now?"
"Yeah, baby, let's head over to the wake," Rory said to her daughter.
The three women stood, Rory carrying her five-year-old daughter, and Luke, who had been sitting there the whole time, followed as they left the church.
"Why do his parents insist on having the wake at their house? Sookie would do so much better with the food," Lorelai quipped.
"That's their way of life," Rory replied.
"Snobs, that's what they are," Lane added.
"They're my former in-laws, we have to be nice," Rory answered.
"Rory," Luke interrupted, "have you thought about maybe moving? Out of the house you shared with him? It might be for the best."
"Yeah, you could move back to Stars Hollow, stay with us," Lorelai offered.
"Mom, are you sure?" Rory asked. "I mean, I'd have to have Rebecca with me."
"I'm right here!" Rory's daughter, Rebecca, squealed.
"Yes, we know you are," Lane whispered to her, making the little girl giggle.
"I guess, I could do that," Rory agreed, "but only until I get back on my feet. I can get a job around town for cash, probably at the bookstore. It'll be good."
"Just like old times, except we weren't married then," Lane joked.
They all stopped walking when they reached the front door.
"Ready?" Lorelai asked.
"Ready," Rory repeated.
Lorelai knocked on the door as softly as she could.
His parents opened the door. "Rory," they said.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Huntzberger." She and the rest of the group came into the house and began mingling with the other guests.
"Rory!" Someone called to Rory.
She looked to see one of her society friends coming towards her. She had met a lot of society friends since she married Logan. She had turned into what her mother didn't want her to but that's what was good about Lorelai, she didn't care. "Hi, Cecile," she said to the woman.
"Hi, Rory," Cecile replied, "I'm so sorry about this."
"It's okay, I'm doing better than when I first heard."
"If you need anything, just call."
"Thanks."
"Again, I'm so sorry about Logan." She walked of to one of the others wandering around the room.
She had said his name. No one had said his name to Rory since she announced his death to everyone. His name. The single word meant so much to her. The hidden meaning behind it. Just the idea of him. It hurt so much.
Tears started to fall from her eyes once again. Lorelai came over to her and embraced her in a hug. "It's okay, baby." She nodded to the others in their group and they showed up at her side.
"Let's get out of here," Lane said.
"Yeah," Rory mumbled.
And with the Rory, her mother, her daughter, her stepfather, and her best friend left the Huntzberger property for probably the last time.
AN: I just watched six hours of Gilmore girls last night, hence the spur of inspiration.