A/N: Classic short, one-shot as a response to the 'Winter' challenge at my livejournal community shortstoryhome. Set before Lorelai knew about April. Very angsty, written while listening to songs such as 'Without You' and 'Goodbye Love' on my RENT soundtrack. :D
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Lorelai stepped out onto the porch.
She could smell snow.
Sitting huddled on the porch swing, she let the wind rock her slowly back and forth.
What a day.
She knew Luke would be home soon. They hadn't been as close lately. Something was off with him, but he kept denying her accusations, saying that everything was fine.
It wasn't.
Lorelai peered down the driveway, hoping to catch a glimpse of his truck pulling in. They had to settle this. 'No secrets,' she reminded herself. 'We said no secrets.'
Inside, the shrill ring of the phone broke through the silence. She leapt up to answer it.
After her conversation, she returned to the swing. If it was possible, she was curled up even smaller than before.
He wasn't coming home. He had early deliveries.
Again.
She began blinking back tears just as the small white flakes of snow started to fall.
But for once the sure-fire thing to brighten her mood did absolutely noting to lift her spirits.
Her happiness was beyond saving.
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End
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