Paris's and Doyle's apartment was trashy to say the least. It wasn't outskirts of Mexico or anything, but it defiantly resembled Federal funded low income housing. Sure it had running water, hot in the morning if you were lucky but the constant noise of sirens, babies crying, and couples fighting were heard all day, all night. Although 5 to 7 am was always eerie, some how everyone was passed out or knocked out.

Rory woke up during this time; she padded her way to her window, and drew up the blinds. Her coffee pot was timed perfectly, and was ready about the time the light playfully made its way through the curtains. She sat wrapped up in her throw blanket staring out the window sipping her heavenly brew. The morning was always peaceful, the calm of the storm to say, there was nothing complex about it. It was all about her and the sunrise.

She wasn't nearly as sad as she thought she would be. It had been two weeks since she officially told Logan it was over, he didn't try to make contact, and neither did she. Rory Gilmore who seemed to have been hopping from one boyfriend to the next, never took the time to figure out what she really wanted what she wanted. This new freedom she embraced like the coffee she had a kung-fu grip on.


Her eyes were slightly blurred, she had built her self a small fort with books. Her highlighter was even tired. She was now a complete pro at multitasking, her right hand solely used for notes in margins while her left was able to draw straight lines against the words.

It wasn't until one that she packed her mound and headed out into the darkness. It was an oddly satisfying experience, walking alone at night, with nothing but the lantern like lights to guide her way. The rough neighborhood never paid her any trouble, but just setting out against it made her feel invincible.

She finally made her way up to her apartment, right below her door to the inside laid a single red rose but it wasn't real. It was a plastic and resembled something you would find at a Wal-Mart, for 99 cents for a pack of 30. Was even Logan was too cheap to by roses now? It was strategically placed, its note attached with thin red ribbon held a note.

Rory,

Why are roses meant to represent love...?
When roses die?

She should have been expecting this, but she hadn't. It had been two weeks of nothing, a perfect nothing. She twisted the flower between her fingers; she smiled and opened the door. Her smile faded though when she remembered, when she remembered it all.


Rory clicked open her cell phone, she was already on her third trip to the coffee cart to get her fix.

"Hey Honor."

"Hi, how are you doing?" Honor responded.

"I've been better, but I'm defiantly doing much better."

"Oh that's good! I was calling to see if you wanted to meet up for lunch or something today."

"Oh um, sure Honor."

"Oh great, I'm hauling along Stephanie just so you know. See you at 1, okay?

"See you then Honor."

Rory wasn't exactly sure why she agreed to this, she had avoided anyone in contact with Logan, but they were her friends too now. She was at the meeting place, a quaint little restaurant across town, it was shabby chic somewhere the boys wouldn't be caught ever.

"Honor, Stephanie hi." Rory beamed sitting down at the table.

"Hey Rory, I'm glad you came, it's been so long. My wedding wasn't it?"

"Yeah." Rory breathed out. The two didn't notice or make no expression that they did.

"So Rory where have you been all my life? Finn has been driving me mad, this whole break got old real quick."

"Oh I've been around at the library mostly." Rory responded not looking up from her menu, staring determinedly at the list of soups.

"Ah I forgot you actually did that studying thing."

"How could you forget? I mean she's always hauling around books. Rory you should really invest in a forklift. Maybe Logan will buy you one for next Christmas." Honor suggested.

"Honor, I don't think he will be doing that." Rory said, "We broke up."

"Oh my god! What happened? I'll kill him Rory, I'll KILL him."

"Honor that's not necessary."

"It's a mutual decision," Rory offered, "we don't want the same things. He can't give me what I want, and I can't deal with him anymore. It's best for the both of us honest."

"But Rory, you two are like peas and carrots, peanut butter and jelly. What is ice cream with out a cone?" Honor started.

"Honor, really." Rory pleaded.

"Wait, oh my god this makes so much sense. Logan has been spending so much time with us lately, tagging along then passing out on somebody's couch. I didn't realize you kicked him out. I thought you two were just on the rocks or something." Stephanie added.

"Ha no Steph, but these rocks are pretty big our ship isn't going to sail again. I didn't kick him out. It's his apartment I can't kick him out. I moved out a few weeks ago." Two weeks exactly, but who's counting? "We broke up guys, its over. I'm sorry he didn't tell you guys, but it's something that's likely not going to change. Ever."

"Oh. Well can I beat him up? He might stop sleeping on my couch…" Steph said with a laugh. It wasn't a real laugh, a quick awkward laugh. She would be having a talk with Logan next time she saw him.

Rory just laughed. The lunch date continued on with no mention of Logan, but Rory's mind couldn't help but wander back to Logan. His goofy grin kept creeping into her mind. She shoved the memory of him several times. After the girls said their goodbyes Rory got an idea. It would involve a florist, and it was perfect. She wanted to shove Logan further away and she thought of a perfect way to do it. Never mind that he hadn't told his friends about their breakup. Likely he was avoiding the pelting of questioning and curse words that would be thrown at him. She didn't care and she wanted to hurt him, rub salt in the wound to speak. She needed to show him that this was over, and for good.