Author's Note: Wow, I got such a huge response for my first chapter. I just had to add more. I'm not quite sure how I'll take this story, because I don't have it all mapped out yet. It won't be nearly as long as my other story. That thing is getting ridiculous. I think I have like 50 chapters planned out for that one. This one will be 20 maybe 15. This is also a very short chapter, it's just for information. It's necessary. The song that reminded me of this chapter was "Fall Away," by The Fray.

Disclaimer: I always forget to do these, but no, I do not own Gilmore Girls.

Chapter Two

Fall Away

One week earlier….

Logan took a quick swig of vodka from the bottle. It was nearly empty now. He couldn't believe he had nearly drunken the whole thing by himself. He deserved it though. He needed to get his mind off of his failing relationship with the woman he loved, a woman who wouldn't even look at him. Let alone kiss him goodbye. That had driven him over the edge. He couldn't stand the thought of her hating him. The very thought pained his heart. He shook his head. The reason he had drunken all the vodka was to get Rory off of his mind and even that hadn't worked. He was at the Life and Death Brigade event, the one that Rory had called stupid. Stupid? She was stupid. He looked around him and saw all the happy drunk people around him. There was a big bonfire roaring in the middle of the camp sight. Logan scoffed. He wished he was happy. He wished he was with the one he loved right now. Too bad she didn't seem to love him anymore. He staggered over to his friends, Colin and Finn, and leaned against Colin.
"Hey guys," he slurred. Colin winced at the smell of his breath.

"How much have you had to drink man?" Colin asked. Logan held up his almost empty bottle of vodka and Colin and Finn's eyes grew wide.
"You're drunker than I am!" Finn cried. Colin snatched the bottle out of Logan's hands and sat him down on a log.

"Logan, you need to stop this! This is a dangerous amount of alcohol!" Colin lectured. Logan laughed. Colin was a funny name. "… Just because you and Rory are having a tough time does not mean-"

"Pah!" Logan cried. "Hard time? Colin, she hates me!" Logan's voice got really low at the end and Colin's face softened. He patted his friend on the back.

"She does not hate you," he said softly. Logan brushed his hand away. He did not like having his friends see him this vulnerable.

"She does too, she doesn't love me anymore."

"The opposite of love isn't hate, it's not caring." Wow, Rory sure hadn't cared when he had left for this event. He was so glad Colin was here to make him even more miserable.

"I can't wait to do some base jumping," he said changing the subject. Colin shook his head.

"Logan, I think you should sit out for the base jumping," Colin warned. Logan scoffed.

"Fuck you Colin, I'll be fine," Logan said getting up. Colin watched as he walked away. Little did he know that that would be the last conversation he had with Logan for a while.

Hours later, Logan stood in front of cliff. He could hear the cheers from the spectators behind him He looked down and took in his surroundings. There were sharp rocks at the bottom so he had to be sure to land on them carefully. There was also water, so he had to make sure to land on land. He took a deep breath and prepared to make the jump. He felt extremely dizzy. He assumed it was because of the tall altitude or maybe it was because of all the vodka he had consumed earlier. Logan looked down again. This was exactly the kind of stunt that Rory would disapprove of. He smiled at the thought of her, but it quickly vanished. He was almost 99.9 sure that when he got home she wouldn't be there. That's one of the reasons he had agreed on going to this trip. So he wouldn't have to watch her pack up and leave him. Logan's heart was broken and it couldn't be fixed with alcohol, partying, or jumping off of cliffs. It could only be fixed by seeing her again, holding her in his arms, and kissing the hell out of her. A tear slowly crept down Logan's cheek as he realized he probably would never get to hold her ever again. He took a deep breath and stepped off the cliff. Logan's stomach lurched forward as hell fell fast. All of the blood was rushing to his head and he couldn't think straight. He fumbled around for the rip cord that was attached to his parachute, but he couldn't reach it in time. Unrelenting terror consumed his him as hell continued to fall at a faster speed. He closed his eyes and remembered Rory's beautiful eyes. They were the most perfect shade of blue. He could swim in her eyes forever. That was the last thing he remembered as he plunged into the cold water.

Panic washed over Colin's body as Logan's parachute didn't open. The people around him stood in shock as Logan disappeared. No one was drinking, no one was cheering, and no one was celebrating. Everything before this had seemed like some happy dream and this felt very, very real. Colin feel to his knees and his eyes wandered quickly down to where he had last seen Logan. He was no where to be found. Everyone else seemed to get a grip on reality and they started to scream. Girls cried, and boys headed towards their cars so they could go find him. When they finally got down to the little land strip Logan was supposed to of landed on, they found no trace of Logan. After hours of looking for his body, the group finally realized that he was gone. Colin did the first thing he could think of. He flipped open his cell phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?" He heard a familiar voice say on the other end.

"Rory!" Colin cried in panic, "Logan's dead." There was no response on the end and Colin's heart raced at the silence. "Rory?" The phone went dead and Colin collapsed on the ground. How could he of let this happen? He was supposed to have Logan's back and he had just watched him plunge to his death. He had cheered him on actually. He knew he was unstable and that jump was a bad idea, but he let him jump anyway. Just for pure entertainment….