Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, the characters, or anything. The plot, however, is mine.
A/N: I am very sorry this took so long, and you probably don't remember where Why originally ended since I'm so slow, but I figured I really wanted to write this ending, so, here it is. If you haven't read Why? Then I suggest you do not read this yet. This is not a story in itself, just a continuation of another fic. For all of you that have waited for this, I'm sorry it took so long. Now remember, sad ending, but sweet at the same time. Hope you like it. Please please review.

After that night, the night that Rory and Logan had finally admitted their feelings for each other, they were inseparable. If they weren't in classes, they were walking around campus or simply talking. They went out occasionally, but most of their relationship was built upon the long discussions they had. They talked about everything. One night, on their 3-month anniversary, he arranged a whole night out. He told her to get dressed up nice, and to be ready in her room by 6:30. She spent a good amount of time getting ready, and deciding what to wear. She finally decided on a deep blue dress that matched her eyes, and she put her hair up in curls. At exactly 6:30, she heard a knock on her door, and she opened the door. Much to her surprise, Logan wasn't the one standing there. Instead, she saw Finn, dressed up as if he were the one going out. He even had on a black top hat.
"Finn, what are you doing here?" She inquired, trying to contain her laughter.
Instead of answering her, he led her down the sidewalk, where she soon saw a black limousine. Unable to speak, she allowed Finn to lead her to it, and when he had opened the door, she stepped inside. She was surprised that Logan wasn't there. Right before the driver pulled away, he motioned for her to roll down her window. She did, and Finn handed her another envelope. He didn't say a word, and she gave him a look of inquiry before rolling away.

Rory,

I bet you thought I would be in the limo. And I'm sure you are wondering where I am. I'm waiting for you at our special place. See you soon!

She grinned, and they soon reached the spot where the coffee stand usually stood. It was where they had had a first interaction, and it was where they had found each other. Her door was opened, and she saw that the kiosk had been replaced with a table. There was a single lit candle in the center, surrounded by a dozen beautiful red roses. As she neared the table, she saw Logan, pulling out her chair. He didn't speak until they were both seated.

"Wow, you look absolutely beautiful, Rory."
"Logan, this is amazing. This spot, the candle, the roses, you didn't have to do all of this. I…"

He cut her off. "I wanted to do all of this. Anything less wouldn't have been good enough for you. Ah, here comes the food."

She looked around and saw Colin carrying two plates. She laughed as she noticed his bow tie, and he put the plates down and turned away before he, too, broke the blank expression on his face.

After they had eaten, Rory said, "Logan, thank you so much. Tonight was amazing, I never expected all of this."

"Oh, the night isn't over yet," he said smiling, as he looked behind her. She turned and saw a horse-drawn carriage approach them, and stop. Logan took her hand and led her to it, helping her climb up. As she started to say something, he silenced her.

"Don't say anything, just appreciate the moment," he said, taking her hand in his.

As she looked around her, at her surroundings, he watched her. God, she is so amazing, I do not deserve this girl. He felt so blessed to simply be the one by her side, to be the one who could call her his girlfriend. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and he desperately needed her to know how he felt, but he was scared. They had always promised to tell each other everything, and yet it was the one thing he hadn't told her that scared him.

They soon reached a quiet park, and the carriage came to a stop. He helped her climb out, and they strolled arm in arm through the moonlit paths. They were silent for the most part, wanting to just appreciate the time they had, wanting to just be together with no distractions. As they walked, Rory thought back on the past three months. He had been nothing short of amazing, and he treated her like a princess. He had never done anything to hurt her, and though they had had their disagreements, nothing had come between them. She kept nothing from him, because she had learned that he would never use it to hurt her. That night had been so perfect, and she never wanted it to end. She felt something for Logan that she hadn't felt in a very long time, and she needed him to know, but she was afraid of what he would say. As they neared the entrance of the park, she pointed out a nearby bench and they sat. Rory leaned towards him and met his lips with hers. She had meant it to be a sweet gentle kiss, but it quickly escalated. She gently bit his bottom lip and their tongues dueled for dominance. They broke apart only after they both felt the severe lack of oxygen. Rory rested her forehead against his, and leaned into him, loving the feel of his arms around her. After a few minutes, she sat up and looked him in the eyes.

"Logan?" she said tentatively.

"Yea?" He answered back.

"I, I love you." She sat, awaiting his response.

Logan stared at her, unable to speak. She loved him. Rory loved him. He sat, as though paralyzed, unable to move.

"Logan? Now would be the time to say something," Rory said, worried. She had expected a response, anything, but all she was getting was silence. Had she been stupid to think that he loved her? Had she been getting her hopes up, thinking that he actually felt differently about her?

Logan stood up, without speaking. He finally said something. "Rory, you know that I really care about you. You not like any other girl I've ever met. And, I wish I could give you something better than this, but…I'm sorry." He turned and started walking back into the woods, leaving Rory standing, alone. She was so shocked at the events that had just ensued that she just stood there for a while. She turned when she heard the sound of the horses returning.

As she started walking towards the carriage, she felt the tears pooling in her eyes. She lifted herself onto the carriage, and shortly returned to her dorm. The driver of the carriage gave her a concerned look, but didn't say anything. He simply got off the carriage, helped her off, and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. The kind gesture made her feel a bit better, for a moment, but she let the tears flow as she opened the door to her room. Fortunately, it was hers alone tonight, for her roommates had other plans. She had just finished changing when she heard a knock on her door. She attempted to wipe the tears from her face, but gave up as she hurried to the door, curious as to who it might be.