Can't Cry These Tears Anymore: Part 3
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Beginning Lyrics for "I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane" (the song that gave inspiration for this fic.)
All my bags are packed and im ready to go
i'm standing here outside your door
i hate to wake you up to say goodbye
but the dawn is breaking
it's early mourn
the taxi's waiting
he's blowin his horn
i'm ready
i'm so lonesome i could die
so kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you'll wait for me
hold me like you'll never let me go..
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Rory woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. She turned her stereo off and rolled out of bed. Walking to her mirror, she observed her tear-stained, red face. She saw a note taped to the box of cornstarch. Remembering the events of the night before, she quickly ripped it off the box, and opened her eyes wide enough to read it. It read:
"Rory, I was going to wake you but I knew it would be too hard to say goodbye. Last night was hard enough. I couldn't see you cry anymore. Please, don't cry. I know I said that i'd stay the night but you just fell asleep and I had to get home to finish packing. I'm leaving at noon. I'll miss you more than you'll ever imagine. If I was there right now I would kiss you a thousand times and tell you that I love you a thousand more. You're the most amazing person i've ever met and I will never forget you. I love you.
PS: We will see each other again. Our love is too strong to let it pass us by and fate will bring us together again. It might take 50 years, but it will happen."
Rory let a tear drop to the paper, smearing some of the words. Thinking to herself, "at least he knows why I liked the movie so much now."
She turned her head, sensing someone's presence, only to find her mother standing still with a sympathetic face. The tears kept coming. Lorelai entered the room and hugged Rory.
"He's....he's--"
"I know sweetie..I know. I read the letter. I'm so sorry."
"He's gone." she cried louder.
Lorelai looked over at the clock and broke half a smile, "Not yet."
Rory followed her mother's gaze to the clock that read 11:28am. She shifted her gaze back to her mom who nodded. Rory quickly dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. She didn't waste time to fix her hair, but just ran out the door with determination in her heart. She reached the familiar house and walked inside expecting to see people and boxes rushing around, but all she found was an empty abode.
She whispered, "No.."
She walked around the empty house. Empty. She leaned herself against a wall and sank to the floor in a daze, staring out into nowhere, until her eyes fell upon a box sitting in the corner of the room. She slowly made her way to it and found the initials "R.G." on it in black marker. It was his Rory Box. She opened the flaps and looked inside, pulling out items. A few photos of them, some of just her. Then she pulled out two empty soda cans. It took her a while to figure out what they were, but instantly remembered, thinking back to her box of cornstarch.
Her tears stopped and she began smiling. She pulled out more things...some ticket stubs, then she heard voices outside. She assumed it was some moving guys, until she heard steps and a small conversation.
"...yeah, I just forgot one thing."
"Is it really that important? We're gonna be late!"
"Yes, it is..and i'll be right out!"
Rory froze and stared at the door. Dean entered and stopped in his tracks when he saw Rory next to the box, staring straight at him.
"Rory?"
"Okay..is this one of those mirages i've always wanted to see?"
"N-no, i'm real.."
Rory stood up and they walked toward each other. Staring into each other's eyes, not saying a word. It felt strange for both of them. Rory broke the silence.
"Fate.."
"What?"
"You knew that fate is why I love that movie so much.."
"Yeah, well it hit me last night while we were together."
Rory broke a smile and couldn't help but start to cry again.
"I thought I asked you not to cry." he said, bringing her into a hug.
"I can't help it."
They heard a voice from outside, "Dean! Come on! We have to go!"
Dean moved over to the box on the floor, putting the items back in it.
"Stupid, huh?" he said, referring to the box.
"Not at all. I've got one just like it."
Dean smiled.
"So...this is it?"
"This is it." he admitted sadly.
"Let's not say goodbye, okay?"
"Agreed."
"So.."
"So."
Rory swung her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He squeezed back tightly and whispered in her ear, "I'll miss you." Still holding on to her, he inhaled the scent of her hair, trying to capture a memory, then let go.
"I guess, I should go first." Rory said, taking a few steps backward.
"Okay."
She turned her back, and walked out the front door into the bright sun. She saw neighbors gathering around outside, observing the two large moving vans. Some had sympathetic faces on. She stood still, taking it all in, then continued to walk down the lawn.
Dean stood at the doorframe, watching her leave. He suddenly felt a surge of guilt hit him instantaneously. He sprinted outside and caught up with her. He stood in front of her, causing her to stop walking. Rory looked confused.
"Before you leave.."
"Dean, please..I can't take anymore of this." Rory had a look in her eyes that told him she couldn't take anymore pain.
"Just...let me do this."
He put his finger under her chin, tilting her head upward, and lowered his lips to meet hers intimately. The kiss was long lasting and powerful. Rory felt tense, then melted into his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She stood on her tip-toes to get more, then corageously kicked her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, deepening the kiss. It was full of lust, want, love, passion, and pain. The townspeople who had gathered around the scene watched on with smiles. Kirk was snapping pictures in the distance.
They pulled away, never losing eye contact, and smiled.
"That'll be something to remember you by." Rory said with a grin.
Letting her down, he reminded her, "Remember...fate."
"Fate." she repeated with a smile.
With those last words, they went their seperate directions.
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Beginning Lyrics for "I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane" (the song that gave inspiration for this fic.)
All my bags are packed and im ready to go
i'm standing here outside your door
i hate to wake you up to say goodbye
but the dawn is breaking
it's early mourn
the taxi's waiting
he's blowin his horn
i'm ready
i'm so lonesome i could die
so kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you'll wait for me
hold me like you'll never let me go..
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Rory woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. She turned her stereo off and rolled out of bed. Walking to her mirror, she observed her tear-stained, red face. She saw a note taped to the box of cornstarch. Remembering the events of the night before, she quickly ripped it off the box, and opened her eyes wide enough to read it. It read:
"Rory, I was going to wake you but I knew it would be too hard to say goodbye. Last night was hard enough. I couldn't see you cry anymore. Please, don't cry. I know I said that i'd stay the night but you just fell asleep and I had to get home to finish packing. I'm leaving at noon. I'll miss you more than you'll ever imagine. If I was there right now I would kiss you a thousand times and tell you that I love you a thousand more. You're the most amazing person i've ever met and I will never forget you. I love you.
PS: We will see each other again. Our love is too strong to let it pass us by and fate will bring us together again. It might take 50 years, but it will happen."
Rory let a tear drop to the paper, smearing some of the words. Thinking to herself, "at least he knows why I liked the movie so much now."
She turned her head, sensing someone's presence, only to find her mother standing still with a sympathetic face. The tears kept coming. Lorelai entered the room and hugged Rory.
"He's....he's--"
"I know sweetie..I know. I read the letter. I'm so sorry."
"He's gone." she cried louder.
Lorelai looked over at the clock and broke half a smile, "Not yet."
Rory followed her mother's gaze to the clock that read 11:28am. She shifted her gaze back to her mom who nodded. Rory quickly dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. She didn't waste time to fix her hair, but just ran out the door with determination in her heart. She reached the familiar house and walked inside expecting to see people and boxes rushing around, but all she found was an empty abode.
She whispered, "No.."
She walked around the empty house. Empty. She leaned herself against a wall and sank to the floor in a daze, staring out into nowhere, until her eyes fell upon a box sitting in the corner of the room. She slowly made her way to it and found the initials "R.G." on it in black marker. It was his Rory Box. She opened the flaps and looked inside, pulling out items. A few photos of them, some of just her. Then she pulled out two empty soda cans. It took her a while to figure out what they were, but instantly remembered, thinking back to her box of cornstarch.
Her tears stopped and she began smiling. She pulled out more things...some ticket stubs, then she heard voices outside. She assumed it was some moving guys, until she heard steps and a small conversation.
"...yeah, I just forgot one thing."
"Is it really that important? We're gonna be late!"
"Yes, it is..and i'll be right out!"
Rory froze and stared at the door. Dean entered and stopped in his tracks when he saw Rory next to the box, staring straight at him.
"Rory?"
"Okay..is this one of those mirages i've always wanted to see?"
"N-no, i'm real.."
Rory stood up and they walked toward each other. Staring into each other's eyes, not saying a word. It felt strange for both of them. Rory broke the silence.
"Fate.."
"What?"
"You knew that fate is why I love that movie so much.."
"Yeah, well it hit me last night while we were together."
Rory broke a smile and couldn't help but start to cry again.
"I thought I asked you not to cry." he said, bringing her into a hug.
"I can't help it."
They heard a voice from outside, "Dean! Come on! We have to go!"
Dean moved over to the box on the floor, putting the items back in it.
"Stupid, huh?" he said, referring to the box.
"Not at all. I've got one just like it."
Dean smiled.
"So...this is it?"
"This is it." he admitted sadly.
"Let's not say goodbye, okay?"
"Agreed."
"So.."
"So."
Rory swung her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He squeezed back tightly and whispered in her ear, "I'll miss you." Still holding on to her, he inhaled the scent of her hair, trying to capture a memory, then let go.
"I guess, I should go first." Rory said, taking a few steps backward.
"Okay."
She turned her back, and walked out the front door into the bright sun. She saw neighbors gathering around outside, observing the two large moving vans. Some had sympathetic faces on. She stood still, taking it all in, then continued to walk down the lawn.
Dean stood at the doorframe, watching her leave. He suddenly felt a surge of guilt hit him instantaneously. He sprinted outside and caught up with her. He stood in front of her, causing her to stop walking. Rory looked confused.
"Before you leave.."
"Dean, please..I can't take anymore of this." Rory had a look in her eyes that told him she couldn't take anymore pain.
"Just...let me do this."
He put his finger under her chin, tilting her head upward, and lowered his lips to meet hers intimately. The kiss was long lasting and powerful. Rory felt tense, then melted into his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She stood on her tip-toes to get more, then corageously kicked her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, deepening the kiss. It was full of lust, want, love, passion, and pain. The townspeople who had gathered around the scene watched on with smiles. Kirk was snapping pictures in the distance.
They pulled away, never losing eye contact, and smiled.
"That'll be something to remember you by." Rory said with a grin.
Letting her down, he reminded her, "Remember...fate."
"Fate." she repeated with a smile.
With those last words, they went their seperate directions.
