AN: Yes, so I know what you're thinking...another story! I know, I know, but I've had this in my head for a while and as I was writing chapter 5 of Seeing The Light, this just forced its way out. It's not a long one. The whole story will be written in four parts. And I promise it won't distract me from my other stories. It's called Closure because thats what it is. I dont know about you, but during the last episode I spent the entire time hoping that Logan would show up. Not necessarily so they would get back together but just so they could have a proper end to their relationship. So, this my attempt at writing it. Let me know what you think and enjoy. Thanks.

Thanks Megan, and I don't own the show.

Closure

Chapter One: Panic Attack

Closure: the sense of finality, and coming to terms with an experience, felt or experience over time.

He sat in his car at the side of the road with his head between his legs, taking deep breaths. He had pulled over on his way to the airport when he had suddenly felt his heart start thumping rapidly in his chest. He couldn't catch his breath, and breathing into a paper bag hadn't helped. The tightness in his chest led him to believe he was having a heart attack, but that was just crazy. He was a perfectly healthy twenty-five year old on his way to start his new life in San Francisco.

Without her.

He was having a panic attack. That's all this was. He was a nervous flyer. Well, actually he wasn't, but if that's what he needed to believe to enable himself to calm down then so be it.

His mind whirled over everything which had happened over the last few days; the best and worst days of his life.

He had gotten a job. It was a job off his own back. The name Huntzberger hadn't even come into the equation at the interview. There was no more Mitchum to tell him he wasn't good enough. He could work on his own terms. He could be his own man and become everything that she had always believed he could be.

However, in gaining his new path, he had lost the most important thing he had ever had in his life. His Ace.

If someone had told him a few years back that he would fall so completely in love with someone and ask them to marry him, he never would have believed it. He was not the commitment type of guy. However, things change. People change. They grow up and realise that there are more important things in life than going out and getting drunk every night, trying to fill a void with meaningless encounters. Telling himself that he didn't care. He did care, that was the problem.

Then she came along and his life found new meaning; a purpose.

He asked her to marry him. He asked her to come live with him in California and be his wife. But she had turned him down and forced him to walk away with only his battered pride to comfort him.

He felt the pain in his chest once more. He had lost his soul mate in the blink of an eye and there was nothing he could do to change it. She was gone.

He heard through the grapevine - Emily Gilmore - that she had gotten a job on Obama Barrack's campaign trail and that she would be leaving a few days after graduation.

She was off to explore her 'wide open' world of opportunity and endless possibility. A world that didn't include him, it seemed.

It wasn't that Logan didn't want her to achieve everything she had ever dreamed of. He would never have tried to hold her back. It was just that he had always thought that he would be there, along for the ride. He thought wrong.

They obviously didn't know each other as well as he thought they did. All of those late night conversation never even breached the subject of marriage. Why?

They had been together for almost three years. They lived together. They had gone through a lot of trials and tribulations which only served to make their foundations solid. But with one crack, it all fell apart.

He pulled the rug from under her and she wasn't ready to make that final jump.

Maybe she just didn't love him like he loved her.

Maybe he was more committed to her and their relationship than she was.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

But it was. He was absolutely certain of that, otherwise he wouldn't have proposed so publicly. He wouldn't have proposed at all if he wasn't sure of himself and of her. It wasn't like he was intending to drag her down the isle immediately. He could accept a long engagement. He just wanted her to be with him. Was that a crime?

Was it a crime to want the woman you love more than anything to be by your side? It wasn't like he was forcing her to move to Siberia with him. California was only on the other side of the country. There were good Newspapers there. She could probably have her pick of jobs.

He knew she was close to her mother and her grandparents. Her whole life was situated on the east coast. But she could come back whenever she wanted. He would never have prevented her. In fact, he only would have encouraged her.

The fact that she had taken the job on the road nagged at him. She was away from her family and friends, moving from city to city on her own. Was that what she wanted? Did she want to be on her own? Without him?

The thing that killed him the most was their goodbye. It was so cold, so sterile, so not the goodbye of two people who had been madly in love with one another for the past three years. He was angry, sure. But he never should have just walked away like that. He didn't want her giving him back the engagement ring he had so specifically picked out for her to be the last time they saw each other. He didn't want to have that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach every time he thought of her. He wanted to be able to look back and remember the good times. He wanted to remember the times when they had been so happy.

However, at that particular moment, he didn't want to remember anything about the last three years of his life. It hurt too much.

Staring out of the window of his car, watching the other cars drive by, he knew that he would never be able to forget her. He would never be able to move on. He wanted to go to San Francisco and make a fresh start, but there was something he needed before that was possible.

Closure.

Logan pulled himself together and straightened up. He looked at his watch noting the time. He still had a few hours before his flight took off.

He closed the door and fastened his seatbelt as he started the engine. Pulling back onto the road, he turned the car around and headed back the way he came. Towards Stars Hollow. Towards her.