It had been three weeks. Three weeks since he had last gotten a good nights sleep, three weeks since he had last held her in his arms, seen her laugh, seen her brilliant blue eyes. He knew he screwed up. He knew he shouldn't have ever put her in that situation. But this was a situation that Logan Huntzberger had never been put in before: wanting someone back.
He sat in his Palo Alto home, his laptop open in front of him. He doesn't know where to begin, to tell her he won't screw up again. Logan knows his Ace is on the road, following Obama, following her dream. He wants her back, there's no doubt about it. He wanted her back the moment he said that it was all or nothing, because he knew what she was going to choose.
Suddenly, he got an idea. He opened up a new e-mail and poured his heart and soul into it. It probably wasn't as long as he would have liked, but he hoped she would understand his meaning behind it. Before, he could have any second thoughts, he sent it. Now all he has to do is wait, wait to see if she wants him back too.
Rory Gilmore lies in her hotel, more like a motel, bedroom alone, awake. She huffs and rolls on her side. The numbers on the clock say 3:00. She throws her hands up, exasperated. Another sleepless night gone. There's no use trying to go back to sleep now, she will only have to get up in two hours anyway.
She groans and lifts herself up into a sitting position, and turns on the beside lamp. Her laptop rests on the side of the bed where up until three weeks ago, there would have been a body lying right there beside her. But that was the reason she was here in the first place isn't it?
Rory opens up her laptop and starts working on her latest article. Its just another random thing about something having to do with the candidate's health care bill that, in her opinion, won't make it past the House. As she is typing away, she sees her inbox increase by one and the little message in the corner that says 'New message from Logan Huntzberger."
Yawning, her eyes scanned over it, but the last part of the messages stood out. Wait… Logan? Frantically, she opened the e-mail, her heart beating faster.
I love you.