Ok, here you go.
Once again, I don't own anything even though I wish I did.
Rory placed the box down on the bridge and sat down bedside it. Her fingers played with the latch but she could not make them open it.
As she swung her legs above the water, she knew that whatever was inside would change her life forever. But was she ready for that? Was she ready to have Jess, or whatever he had to say back in her life?
Scolding herself, she reached down, flicked open the latch and lifted the lid.
The box was full of envelopes, each with a number on it, and then one with her name, one with Luke's and surprisingly one with Lorelai's.
Rory picked up the first one and turned it over. She took a deep breath and ran her finger under the flap.
She pulled out the letter and at the sight of familiar handwriting, the tears started again.
R
I can't bring myself to write your name, it makes me think too much about you, about your face and I'm having a really bad time not thinking about you right now.
I'm writing this, sitting on a bus on the way to see my Dad. I didn't say but he came to see me in the diner the other day, and when I found out that I wouldn't be graduation, well I just couldn't face you so I did what I always do when things get tough.
I RAN... and yes, before you say it, it does deserve capitals.
I ran because I couldn't see you once again disappointed with me. I knew how much t meant to you, to go to both the Chilton and Stars Hollow proms, but I was selfish and didn't go to school enough to graduate. Even after all the warnings I got, and all the reminders from both you and Luke.
And even after you tutored me too!!
I just thought that I knew best, but I guess it goes to show that I don't.
I really wanted to tell you that I was going, but I thought you would try to stop me and I just couldn't bring myself to let you in. To be that close to me, so that I would think twice about running.
So I have one thing to say right now, and that is that I am sorry.
Sorry for not talking to you about failing school.
Sorry for not telling you my Dad showed up.
Sorry for being such a jerk to you.
And sorry for not being what you deserve.
Jess
Putting the letter back into its envelope, Rory ran her hand across her face and wiped the tears away.
As she replaced the letter, she knew she would not be moving until every last one had been read, even if that meant she was here all night, and without coffee too!
