Disclamer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. None of it. Not even the DVD's. Kind of sad, I know.
Summary: What happens when everything you have ever wanted is ripped from your hands? You fight to keep it. Takes place in the begining of season seven. Not too far into it though, no specific time period there.
She stepped out into the cold crisp air. Where she was going she wasn't sure, but her mind was wondering and now so were her feet. Minutes later she arrived at a building. It took her a good thirty seconds to comprehend that she had stopped walking. It was then that she noticed him. He moved about the diner serving coffee and taking orders. She stood there for what seemed to be hours, but in reality were only a few minutes. He never noticed her, but she surely noticed him. The way his muscles flexed when he wiped the counter down, the way his face crinkled in disgust when somebody ordered their food. She continued to walk after she realized that it was wrong to stare at him. After all, it had only been two months since she had called him her fiancé.
Things had been so screwed up lately. She was married to Christopher, but they both knew it wasn't right, he wasn't right. She couldn't blame Chris though, he was trying, in reality he was being the perfect husband, but her heart just wasn't in it.
This time when she looked up she was at the Twickham house. This house symbolized everything. This is where she was supposed to live with him. They were supposed to have kids, plants, and wear matching jogging suits in that house. But that idea was thrown out of the window when she and Rory had been fighting, but she and he had decided to live in her house; to have kids, plants, and matching jogging suits in her house.
Once again she was wrong. He had a daughter and he didn't tell her. Hell forget about telling her, he wouldn't even let her near his daughter. So she did what she did best, she ran. She gave him an ultimatum and when he didn't give her an answer she walked away. He didn't want her and she wasn't going to waste her time trying to make him. She got in her car and drove away, this time to Christopher.
It was a night she'd never forget and always regret. She knew it was a mistake as soon as the door clicked shut, but she need to feel wanted and Chris always wanted her. So she pretended, pretended to want him, pretended to need him, all the while imagining it was him she was married to. It was him that she woke up to every morning and made love to at night.
Sometimes she swore she heard him in the kitchen making dinner as soon as she got home. His presence was still in her house. It didn't matter that she had gotten rid of everything that had reminded her of him. He was her everything, the reason she woke up in the morning, the cause of the butterflies that had started calling her stomach home.
Her mind was wondering when she arrived back home. She walked into the kitchen when she heard a loud noise come from outside. She walked through the kitchen and into the foyer to open the door and when she did she saw Christopher in the front yard trying to move the chuppah, their chuppah.
"What are you doing?" Lorelai cried out frantically.
"Oh, well I just thought I'd surprise you and take the chuppah out of the yard, we don't use it s-"
Before he could finish she cut him off. "Why? What were you going to do with it? It's not yours!" She blurted out in a hurry.
With an annoyed sigh and slightly confused face he answered, "Well I was going to take it to an antique store and see if I could get us some extra cash and then take all of those boxes in the garage and give them to charity."
"Were you even going to ask me?" She replied.
"I didn't think you'd need it, I mean this is all his stuff. Why do you need it anyways? You married me." He said with a tone of disgust.
"Yeah, and look how great that turned out to be." She retorted angrily.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked as his voice rose.
"It means that I'm done trying to pretend that we are happy, that I am happy. I can't do this anymore. I want out! It was a mistake from the start. You know it and I definitely know it!" She screamed, furious that he would just assume he could do whatever he wanted with her stuff, with his stuff.
By now she was sure that Babette was listening and most likely talking to Miss Patty, but she didn't care, she had to get all of this pain, this guilt, off of her chest.
"If that's how you feel, then fine, I'm gone." Chris climbed into his car and sped down the street, out of Stars Hollow.
Lorelai stood in her yard. The night began to get colder, but she didn't notice her mind was too busy moving at the speed of light. Thirty minutes later she turned around to walk inside. When the door closed she realized everything that had just happened was not a dream, but in fact reality.
Oh god tomorrow is going to suck she thought. Without another thought she climbed the stairs to her bedroom and fell asleep minutes later.