Author'sNote: So, I have this little problem with posting chapters as soon as I finish them, because I am excited and want to get it out there as soon as possible. That explains any mistakes you might find. But, if anyone was interested in being a Beta for this story, let me know. I'd be honored. :)

This is a story I wrote when I was sixteen years old. Now re-writing it at twenty-two, I naturally had to change mostly everything. I love this story, and I hope you are all enjoying it too. I encourage you all to review, and tell me what you think. Thanks to those that have reviewed already, it means more than you know.

This story was originally six chapters. Six, or maybe seven chapters with an epilogue, will be it for this story. But, I've had so much fun writing it, this will not be the last you've heard from me!

"Why would you want to break a perfectly good heart?" Taylor Swift, 'APerfectlyGoodHeart.'

The freeway packed. So unusually packed. The honking cars were upset by the traffic. The red break lights were so bright, it made the shattered glass look like blood. So much blood that it had to belong to someone. Someone who was hurt. There must have been an accident, I had realized. The twisted pieces of hot metal confirmed that. Was this really happening? It seemed so surreal, that I could be witnessing this, yet not participating.

And where was I exactly? It occurred to me that this must be reality, even though it seemed that I wasn't experiencing this through my own eyes. It was like watching a disaster in slow motion as peopled yelled at a flaccid, broken body. They were trying to save someone. Laying limpless on the ground, it didn't look good. The body was contorted in such a sickening way, yet it oddly didn't bother me. I rose above it all, away from all of these worrying people. I could be free, if I wanted to be.

But something about the figure stopped me. The being didn't move, didn't try to fight. Did they have a family? Didn't they realize that they probably had loved ones at home, waiting for you to bring home the milk?

I had to see. This person who lay on the gravel, bleeding and dying. The face looked like it was pretty once, but was now stained with despair and pain as red as the blood itself. Surely, this fragile creature could be saved. This person was loved, and that love would save them from this broken flesh, these broken bones.

Everything was red. Everything was lost.

Finn

I had definitely made some questionable decisions in my time. There was the night that I ended up in a Turkish jail house after spending the night with a gender confused call girl. There was even the time that I woke up on the roof of Yale's library, completely naked and tied to a chair. And they perceive me as a drunken fool? At least I came with a warning label. I knew when I was making a stupid decision. Rory and Logan? They sit back and watch it happen, and tell themselves it's right.

The scene in front of me would almost be humorous, if it wasn't in fact, pathetic. I nudged Colin in the ribs, as we looked at the remains of the man our best friend once was. The house was once filled with proof of their love, like a two story Rory and Logan museum. Now, it was trashed, like Logan's head must be. Man, he had really done a number on this place. This was what Logan was like without Rory to stable him.

Logan Huntzberger, who had once been one of the three infamous for being eternal bachelors, no longer looked like a man, much less an actual living person. He sat on the floor, in the shatter remains of broken glass, torn pages, and empty bottles. The only thing that was holding him up was the back of the couch. It had been a week since we had heard from him, and we figured it was time to make sure he wasn't dead. No, he wasn't dead. But boy, did he play the part well. His face was pale and unshaven, and looked older. Like this week had aged him several years.

"What in hell are you doing, Mate?" I asked incredulously, getting a good look at the room around me. It was in pieces, this home was. It was like he hadn't moved from this room in seven days, and judging by the smell, he probably hadn't.

There sat Logan, with a bottle in one hand, and a thick steak in the other. He looked up at us, as if he was just seeing us standing there for the first time. I looked at Colin, who stood unimpressed, and we looked back at him. The man was eating a steak with his bare hands, for fucks sake!

"She took the steak knifes, man." He choked out before he took a mouth full of meat that muffled his cries. "She took the steak knifes and left me with a steak! How the hell am I supposed to cut this?"

I was unsure how to handle this drunken crying mess of a man. I had never seen him like this, hell, I had never seen anybody like this. He wasn't himself without Rory, that much was obvious.

Colin had never gone this long without talking in his entire life, but he reacted faster than he had at a wet t-shirt contest in November. He reached out, his closed fist connecting with Logan's jaw. The half eaten steak flew out of his hands as he fell backwards in a truly comedic fashion. If I was a better man, I probably would not have let myself laugh. But good for me that I was not a better man. I was a drunk man. And this was hilarious, in a sorta not so funny way.

"Hey!" He protested, and within seconds, was on his feet. Sneaky thinking, Colin. The guy needed reminding that was was in fact, alive and had not died like he believed he had.

"Get a hold of yourself!" Colin loudly proclaimed, another shock that Logan needed. He exhaled loudly in response, as I was sure that in his mind, he was returning that punch Colin had just laid on him. No, he was probably picturing taking Colin down, and showing him just how mad he was.

"You sound like a teenage girl, mate." I nodded in agreement. "A hormonal one."

He took a deep breath, but didn't say anything. He looked at us, and seemed to realize how the trashed apartment, and his hobo-like appearance would look to us. "Yeah, I guess I am starting to lose my mind."

"By the looks of this place, you've already lost it." I pipped in, kicking a pile of wood that had once been a side table. I couldn't say that I wouldn't do the same, if I had been in the same position.

Logan looked away from us for a few moments, and part of me knew that this was hard on him, but the more manly part of me thinks that he needs to get the bloody hell out of this apartment.

"Look man, you can't live like this. Come get drunk with us. Go back to work. Anything, if not just because it smells like a foot in here." Colin looked truly disgusted looking around the once homey living room. He was always a bit of a pansy.

"And shave that roadkill off your face!" It reminded me of the time we had to tie Colin down and force shave him in his Jesus-Rock Star wanna be phase. We had done it for him, and dammit, we would do it for Logan. "Or we'll do it for you."

I stepped forward, ready to tackle him, if need be. But surprisingly, I didn't see the look of someone who was about to make a run for it. He looked reserved, and relieved. It was like he was glad that we were forcing him. Someone needed to.

"No need, gentleman. I'll get in the shower and meet you both back down here." He said, standing up a little straighter.

My eyes instantly went to Colin, who grimaced at the idea of having to stay in this room. "Actually, Colin is going to wait in the hallway, because this place is freaking him out." I mocked him, and earned the scowl he gave me. "As for me, I am going to go find your scotch. It's been way too long since I've had a drink."

Logan

I was typing furiously, pushing myself to work faster than I had ever previously done. If I was busy working, I couldn't be busy thinking about Rory. Today had been the first day back to work, and I was grateful for the huge stack of paper work on my desk. Sure, this meant long hours, blurry vision and nights of cold coffee, but what reason did I have to go home anyway? As long as I was here, with my elbows deep in work, I could be distracted. The second I go home, there is no hiding from it. There is nothing to distract me from the fact that I'm sleeping alone.

It didn't occur to me until today how much this work could consume a person's life. In a sickening way, I knew it had to remind Rory of my Dad. He was never there for his wife either. But regardless, she stayed.

For that reason, and that reason alone, I did not blame Rory for leaving me. We had promised each other so much before we got married. That we wouldn't turn into my parents, drunken, society ridden, and workaholics. We promise that we wouldn't become like her parents, never in the same place at the same time, and bitterly divorced. For a long time, it seemed like we succeeded at that. We were happy, we spent every moment we could with each other. Hell, we were even trying to have a baby! What the hell had happened to all of that?

That thought in particular burned my mind into ash. It was like I had become attached to the idea of mine and Rory's offspring, that it was hard to just let go of that idea now that she showed no interest of being my wife.

Our wedding picture sat on my desk. It was the only picture she had left in the house, and I couldn't bear to leave it there. I knew looking at it that work wasn't distracting me as much as I hoped it would. It had hard to believe it was possible to miss someone this much. It seemed so far fetched that the heart could hold this much emotion, and still walk around. Still breath.

I looked up as my door opened, expecting yet another distraction in the form of my secretary with more paperwork. What I found in my door way was not a distraction as I had hoped, but was everything I was trying to pretend hadn't happened. There stood my wife, looking incredibly uncomfortable. She walked in and closed the door, and I wondered if I was dreaming. Could you possible dream of something this beautiful? I didn't think so.

"Your secretary let me in." She said timidly. I almost laughed. She hadn't spoken to me in over a week, and I had stressed over what she would say to me when she finally did. That never crossed my mind as an option.

"What are you doing here, Rory?" I fixed my eyes on her face. Her blue eyes were shinning more than they usually did. The stood out, and seemed to give the whole room light. Those eyes had done that for me once. They had given me light.

"I.." She started, unsure of her next words. She was nervous. Usually her words were strong. She knew what she wanted to say, and how to say it. Not today, it seemed. "I came to bring you these. It didn't seem right to let a lawyer do it"

I hadn't noticed until that moment the envelope that lay in her hand. The sight of them made me sick. I couldn't look at them.

"I don't want those." I told her clearly. There was no second guessing in my voice. How could she think I'd take those from her? Thar she would be able to sign away our plans for the future, and I would just stand aside and let it happen?

"Logan.." She said quietly, out reaching her hand that held the end of us folding neatly in an envelope. "Please, just take them."

"No." I told her. I wasn't going to make it easy on her. After all, she was leaving me. Did she expect it to me easy?

"You have to!" She told me, her voice slightly raised. She was frustrated. She was frustrated that I wasn't letting her divorce me and walk away.

"No, I really don't." I told her bitterly. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting for the first time. I recognized something there. It was the same look that I had seen this morning, when I looked in the mirror for the first time since she had left our house empty. It was the look of complete devastation. It was heart break, pure and simple.

"You have to accept what is, Logan. We don't belong together anymore." The words slipped out of her mouth so carelessly, like she actually meant them.

I stood up, unable to control the frustrated urge to tell her exactly how wrong she was. "Dammit, Rory. I love you. And I know you love me!"

"I can't do it anymore." She told me simple, but I saw right through it. She was telling herself that more than she was telling me.

I crossed the room in a second, standing in front of her. It had been a while since I had been able to be this close to my wife, and it was hard not to feel it. To feel the drawl that she had over me. She unknowingly pulled me closer with the smell of her skin.

She shook ever so lightly in our close proximity. Her blue eyes shined up at me, on the brim of all the pain we had both felt over these last few months.

"You know we belong together, Ace." I didn't resist, or hesitate. This was still my wife, standing in front of me. I had to take advantage of this moment. I realized the sad truth was that I might now get another chance like this. I pulled her to me, and pressed my lips to hers the way I always had. With Love.

I kissed her hard, savoring the way her lips fit perfectly with mine. These lips that she had, they were meant to be kissed by me. I told her everything, with one kiss. I told her how much I loved her. How much I missed her. How much it hurt to know that she was slipping away from me. She didn't pull away from me, like I feared she might. Her lips told me just as much, but the moment was brief.

She pulled away from me and looked at me sadly. He fingers brushed against her lips, as if she was feeling it all over again. The tears spilled over her beautiful eyes as she stepped back. "I'm sorry Logan. I have to do this." She put the envelope on the first surface she found, and ran away. I didn't have the power to stop her in that moment. I stood in the spot that we had just shared a kiss. I just hoped that it wouldn't be the last one.

Rory

I was a coward, and I knew it. I turned away from Logan, and ran for my life. He had stood there so honestly, not scared to let me in, to give me everything he had. Yet I ran, because I was not like him. That was what had drawn me to him in the first place. He was unlike me in all the important ways, so courageous in ever step he took, while I stood timidly, afraid to take a step. And when I was with him, I could be like that too. He taught me to be brave, just by choosing to love me.

I didn't have that anymore.

I didn't stop running through the lobby, or when I burst through the front door. I ran until I literally couldn't breath anymore. My knees buckled under me, and I collapsed on myself. Air left my lungs, yet I couldn't replace it with new oxygen. That kissed that we had just shared, that burning kiss, had left me in pieces.

I was instantly reminded of a similarly intense kiss. It was over four years ago, the day that I had married Logan. The whole day had been a mess. Everyone was running around, stressed about the flowers and the chairs and the preacher. But I couldn't find myself really caring about that stuff. Mom had helped me get into my dress, and I stood in front of the mirror. My stomach was in knots, twisted with nervousness and longing.

To look at myself, wearing this beautiful dress, it was astounding to me. To know that Logan, the love of my life, was waiting to marry me somewhere in the building was almost too much for me to bear. To know that I was one of the lucky ones, to find my other half and tie myself to them every way possible.

I was shaking as Luke took my arm, and prepared to walk me down the isle. The moment I saw Logan, standing there I knew that there was never going to be anything that meant as much as he did, that this moment with him did. He was looking at me so intently, it was like no one else was there. These were the moments that we lived for. A moment of clarity, I had realized. Suddenly, everything made sense because we were it for each other.

The ceremony was short, and sweet. Exactly how we had wanted it. When we were pronounced united, Logan looked at me, and I was sure that he saw my heart and soul, waiting there for him to take. They were his, and always would be. He kissed me then, and robbed me from breath. A kiss like that doesn't come all the time, I had learned.

I sat there for a long time and thought. I knew all of the reasons I had to do this, but it hurt to hurt him so. Nothing I could say could make this right again. It was too far gone, and I would have to live with myself for the rest of my life. I would have to live knowing I gave up the one person that gave my life reason. But at least he could go off, and find what he deserves to have. Because he isn't going to have it with me.

To say the journey to Stars Hallow was blurry would be putting it lightly. It wasn't a question for me, where I would go. When everything fell apart, there was only one person I could go to, one place that would welcome me back with loving, sarcastic arms.

Thisplacewillneverchange, I thought as I stood in front of my childhood home. I walked in and left the feeling of home wash over me. It was comforting, if nothing else. I didn't have to look for Mom, she was sitting on the couch with a movie on. My beautiful Mother, who was probably waiting for her husband to close the diner and come home to her. She probably didn't expect me to come, in shambles, nonetheless.

"Mom?" I didn't realize how scratchy my voice would sound. I sounded like someone who was hardly keeping it together. I sounded like I was struggling for breath, drowning in problems I created myself. I was all of those things. I was a broken person.

"Rory?" Mom didn't waste a second, she was off the couch and in front of me, surveying the pieces of my severed heart and soul. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I needed my Mommy." Those were the only words I was able to get out before the storm took me over. My Mom sat with me on the floor, and let me cry the tears of a real person. Little did she know that I wasn't a real person anymore. I was incomplete.