Summary: Someone else is walking by his side. She can't help it, she is still in love with him. Future fic, one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore girls.
If anyone asked why you chose this city among all the ones that exist, what would you say? What type of lies instead of reasons would you give? Because you know that this didn't "just happened".
And it is just a coincident that your building is so close to his (3 blocks away, you counted them the first day you arrived) but the most weird thing is that seeing him now on the street or in the market is a routine that you love.
A polite nod or a simple hi is enough for both in public places, and you make a mental note to talk about it some day over the phone, the unspoken agreement of not speaking for too long while standing in the streets it's ridiculous, because when you're not facing each other it's a different story; every single word comes out easily and trust is the base for this friendship, that you refuse to accept; is not what you want from him. But this friendship grows with time, all you need is his love, so the urge to know when it will happen grows with time too.
Logan was out of the picture the day you decided to move out of his apartment to make something for yourself and stop being so dependent, but deep down it's only because you realize the trophy wife you could have become.
Those last long-distance phone calls were anything but conversations, just fights and you're not sure anymore if the right word was love. Maybe it was one of those things you repeat so many times in your head that you finally convince yourself of it, and you wonder if this time it is love, that thing that keeps you awake at night and puts that goofy smile on your face in the most inappropriate situations.
Today is a different day; you have been thinking about your love life (or the lack of it) and all those guys you turned down with the simple excuse of not being 'emotionally available' for now, when suddenly you see him walking in the opposite direction, not alone. There in the middle of a street, your heart fells and you can't help it, you hate this. You keep walking trying fake a smile (even if you know he never needed your approval) and after the couple passes you, the urge to look back is hard to fight and for the first time since you moved to this city you can feel the taste of loneliness. You can't come up with a definition for this wave of feelings, so you look back (just to make sure) and more pain is nailing your heart now. The girl looks satisfied and more important, happy with the boy walking by her side and you can't help it, your heart starts to beat faster, now you're sure.
Images flies by your mind and the tears come along with no warning; is not you anymore and it hurts to know that other lips are kissing his, other hands are touching his skin and other eyes are looking at his just like you did once, is not you now that's what you hate the most. You can't help it; you are still in love with Jess.