AN: Here is the 2nd chapter. It's written from Rory's perspective.Thanks for all the great reviews so far. I'm pleasantly surprised as I wasn't sure how well this story would go over, so thanks again.

Thank you Megan for all your effort and encouragement. I am so lucky to have such a great beta! lol!

Disclaimer: I wish I did own The Gilmore Girls, if I did then I wouldn't be writing this story, as they never would have broken up. But I don't, so I am.

Closure

Chapter 2: Haunted by Ghosts

Rory never knew it was possible to feel so alone when surrounded by a sea of people who loved and cared for her deeply. People whom she loved and cared for deeply in return. She was incredibly touched by their efforts in giving her a great send off, but she still felt like something was missing. A part of her had fallen away and she wasn't sure whether she would ever get it back.

She wanted to call Logan everyday since they went their separate ways. She had, on numerous occasions, begun dialing his number without even thinking. She did it mindlessly; it was instinct.

When she got the job on the campaign trail, she had never been so happy and excited before in her life. It was her first job; her first forage into the deep unknown.

She wanted to share the news with him. She so desperately wanted to see the look of pride on his face and love in his eyes as he engulfed her in his strong, warm embrace.

She longed to hear the words, 'I knew you could do it, Ace!' come from his mouth.

She ached for him to tell her that they would work things out; that they would be alright. But that was just a dream. It was a dream she had had every night since he'd walked away from her.

She was afraid now that the only look he would give her would be one full of hatred and pain.

A look which would truly break her heart, not that it wasn't already shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.

A huge part of her had wanted to say 'yes' to being his wife. The thought of spending the rest of her life with Logan filled her with happiness and joy, but then came the fear and doubt.

She didn't doubt whether she truly loved him or not; she knew she did to the depths of her soul. And she knew she would have a wonderful life with him.

However, the question she was presented with was; was she really ready to take such a huge step? Was she ready to commit to someone else for the rest of her life? Would it work out? Or, would she be doomed to making the same mistakes her mother had made before her?

'Like mother like daughter.' That was the saying, and no truer words could be spoken when describing the Gilmore Girls.

She had learnt everything she knew about the opposite sex from her mother. And as much as she loved her dearly, Lorelai Gilmore wasn't really the ideal person to go to for advice on such matters, considering the fact that her own love life was pretty much one train wreck after the other. Until Luke of course, and even then she had managed to screw that up.

But as always, Rory had seeked out her mother's advice when faced with the toughest decision of her life. Lorelai had been unusually slow at voicing her opinions making Rory question everything. And then in the end, she came to her decision; a decision that only a few days later, was still haunting her; as was he.

As she walked back from Lane's apartment the night before, a million memories flooded her mind; however, somehow out of twenty-two years of living in Stars Hollow, the most vivid were of her recent visit with Logan.

The Hale Bale Maze, the paella, Kirk on stilts; these were all things which stuck in her mind and made her smile. She would never be able to watch an episode of Baywatch again without thinking of her very own David Hasselhoff!

Although, he wasn't hers anymore. He didn't belong to her anymore.

While walking past Patty's Dance studio, she had remembered word for word the conversation they had shared as she showed Logan around her town for the first time.

Poor Little Scab nose.

He had spoken so softly, so sweetly. There was nothing but love in his intimate gesture of kissing her hand. Her heart melted and she had fallen even deeper in love with him over that weekend: seeing him cope so well out of his element, watching as he fell in love with her enchanting little town. It had only made her wonder about the future even more.

He told her not to factor him in, that he would factor her in. However, in the end, neither of them factored in life and its crazy way of kicking you out of your comfort zone.

Sitting under the giant tent which had been hand sewn together, Rory watched as everyone buzzed about in their usual quirky ways. She really was going to miss her home. She couldn't help but smile as a stray tear rolled down her cheek.

Scanning her surroundings, she searched out her mother who was standing with her grandparents. Rory's smile only widened; she hoped that they would still get along and stay close even after she was gone.

Deciding to join them, she pushed out her chair and quickly walked over to them.

"Hey!"

"Rory, there you are!" Emily smiled warmly at her granddaughter. "We were just about to leave."

Emily hugged her close surprising Rory with her unusual show of affection.

"Oh! Um, I'll walk you to your car." She said as she met her mother's eyes. Lorelai just shrugged and smiled as they walked away together.

Thankfully, the rain had gone off for now, and as she walked with her grandparents, she looked up at them both thinking of how far her little family had come together. She thought about how important her grandparents really were to her. She slid her arms through theirs and smiled as they looked down at her in surprise.

When they reached their car, Richard pulled out his keys and unlocked the door before turning back to Rory.

"So, I guess this is where we say goodbye then." Emily said her voice full of sorrow. Rory smiled sadly at her.

"Not goodbye, just…I'll see you soon. I am coming back, you know. You don't get rid of me so easily."

Emily brightened and Richard placed his hand on his wife's shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Oh and grandpa, remember to call me and let me know what books you're reading." Richard straightened his posture and raised his hand to his forehead in a mock salute.

"Yes m'am." Rory laughed before moving forward and embracing her grandfather. Richard duly obliged and then looked at her as she pulled away. "We are so proud of the woman you have become. It's a privilege to have known you these last few years."

"Here, here!" Emily seconded those sentiments. Rory smiled again as a lump formed in her throat, and hugged her grandmother.

"Thank you," she pulled away. "You are the best grandparents a girl could wish for."

"Oh, stop you're going to make me cry and it took forever to apply this mascara." Emily complained as a stray tear ran down her cheek.

"Right, sorry. Oh, could you do me a favour?"

"Of course, Rory. Anything." Emily told her and she meant it. She would do anything for her granddaughter.

"Would you check in on Mom from time to time? Make sure she's okay?" Emily and Richard both smiled at Rory's concern for her mother. They had formed such an inexplicable connection.

"Of course we will, Rory. Don't worry about your mother. She will be fine." Richard assured her as a slight frown descended over her features. As her grandparents spoke reassuringly to her, she felt a tingle at the base of her spine, her skin was covered in goose pimples and she felt her stomach flutter slightly. She had no idea why.

"We should go if we want to miss the traffic." Emily said to Richard even though she desperately wanted to stay standing there forever. Richard nodded and then hugged Rory one last time.

"Take care, Rory." He pulled away to reveal Emily wiping at her cheeks as more tears began to flow freely. Rory hugged her tightly and as Emily opened her eyes, looking over her shoulder, a smile grew at what she saw a short distance away. As she pulled away from Rory, her smile broadened.

"I think there might be someone else who wanted to say goodbye to you!" Rory narrowed her eyes and inclined her head slightly, not quite sure what her grandmother meant. But as she followed her line of vision, she felt her heart stop and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, as her eyes met his.

There, standing only a few yards away, was Logan leaning against his car, watching her.

She had to remind herself to breath as she registered the fact that Logan was indeed there, in Stars Hollow. She stared at him forever, not wanting to remove her eyes from him in case she was really only seeing a ghost. She found herself blinking a few times, just to make sure he was really real. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her, but then her grandparents could see him too.

She heard her grandmother speak to her but couldn't hear a word she said as the thumping in her chest drowned out everything around her. She looked back at them and saw Emily nodding, giving her permission to go talk to him. Rory smiled and then turned back to face him.

He was still there. She felt relief at that fact. Slowly, she began walking tentatively towards him, her pulse racing. Her mind flooded with words. She tried to put them together to form some kind of cohesive sentence so that she had something to say to him when she finally arrived before him.

As she got closer, she felt nauseous. He hadn't taken his eyes off her and it was playing havoc with her nervous system. Her legs felt weak, as if they would give way at some point.

Finally, she made it. She stopped just in front of him and prayed to all things holy that she wouldn't faint or pass out; that he hadn't come here to spit in her face and call her all the horrible things she had figured he would want to.

She searched his face, her eyes trying to read him but he gave away nothing. Something he had learned from his father. He had a great poker face.

Her eyes wandered over the sight before her, drinking him in, looking for any subtle changes since they had last seen each other.

She frowned in concern as she noticed his pale face and the dark circles under his eyes. Could it be that their break up had affected him just as badly as it had affected her?

She looked deeply into his hazel, brown eyes noticing the pain she had been so loathed to find there. It broke her heart to think that she had caused him any sort of pain or anguish.

She wanted to throw herself into his arms and have him entangle himself around her. She wanted to kiss him; kiss away the hurt she had caused. She desperately wracked her brain trying to think of something to say which would make everything okay again. However, the words deserted her. She was left with nothing but emptiness and self loathing with a huge dollop of guilt mixed in for good measure.

Taking a deep breath, she said the only thing which came to mind.

"Hi."

Her voice was soft and barely audible to even herself. She saw the flicker of recognition in Logan's eyes and waited for him to begin yelling at her. The yelling never came. Instead as his eyes burned into hers, she saw no anger, only sadness. Then he spoke in such delicate, hushed tones.

"Hi."

AN: Okay, so I know I'm mean for ending it there, but I promise there will be plenty of Rogan interaction in the next chapter. And I will try and have it finished for you sometime this week. So, in the meantime, please review. I really want to know what you think of this story. Thanks again. J