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Chapter Ten- Let Me Whisper My Last Goodbyes
Rory walked into the Yale News Room and up to her desk. She tilted her head to the side and smiled at the vase of sunflowers she saw sitting there. Logan had really been upping the ante lately. She dropped her bag onto her desk and examined the flowers for a card, freezing when she saw the plain index card wedged between the flowers' stems. She hadn't heard from Jess since she went to Philadelphia, and she couldn't believe he would take the time to do this after the way things had ended.
LET ME WHISPER MY LAST GOODBYES
Rory read and reread the words several times. He'd chosen The Smiths, which seemed the only logical choice for such an emotional sentiment. He was saying goodbye. She shouldn't have been surprised, but she could feel her heart sinking a little as she reread the lyric.
Of course he was saying goodbye. After the debacle in Philadelphia, how could he say anything but goodbye? At this point, it was really the only thing that was left to say. They had hurt each other so much over the past four years. It was finally time to give up the game and move on. She was glad he realized that, because she knew it was true too. They couldn't keep beating each other up like they had. It wasn't fair to either of them.
Yet at the same time, Rory felt an inexplicable sadness flowing through her. She loved Logan. She knew that she did. But it had never really felt like goodbye with Jess. It never felt like things were done; it never felt like they were at the end of their tumultuous story. Now though, with these words in front of her, the story was clearly over and Rory couldn't help but feel strangely disappointed about that. His message was clear though. He wouldn't pursue her anymore. He'd let whatever he felt for her lay dormant like it was in a coma.
Rory looked at the flowers that had come with the quote. It wasn't until a teardrop fell on the back of her hand that she realized she'd started to cry. Rory wiped her eyes and shook her head to clear it. There was no reason to cry. Rory had made her choice, and was sure it was the correct one. She'd practically forced Jess's hand in writing that quote and sending it to her. There was nothing left to do except accept it. Maybe one day they'd be friends, but for right now it was goodbye.
Rory shoved the note in her desk drawer and moved the flowers so they weren't in her way. She grabbed an article from her inbox and began to edit it.