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He hasn't slept in days. He knows he looks horrible, but the old Jess is beginning to come back out and he couldn't really give a rat's ass what other people think about him. Matt and Chris glance at him with worried expressions, but he ignores them and continues to work silently on editing. She calls him, but he simply hangs up the phone when he hears her voice. He doesn't want to talk to her. He doesn't want to have her inside of him anymore.
He wishes that she'd never come to Philly.
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I love him.
She isn't sure why she lied, she only wishes she hadn't. She sighs as she stares at the blond head lying next to her, softly snoring into the stillness of the night and wishes she could sleep as soundly. Lately when she closes her eyes, all she sees is his face. She sees sad brown eyes and lips turned down in disappointment.
She wishes she had the courage to tell him the truth.
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He drives recklessly, aimlessly on the interstate. The few belongings he'd acquired while in Philly were packed into his old car. He'd thought he was done with running, but he realizes it was all just a delusion.
It had all been done for her, but she still hadn't wanted him.
So what's the point? What's the fucking point?
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She gently rubs Logan's back as he retches into the toilet. He mumbles in between puke and it becomes a rhythm, and she knows it by heart. Sorry, puke, love you, puke, sorry, puke, love you, puke, sorry, puke.
She's beginning to get sick of I'm sorrys and I love yous.
Sometimes she thinks Logan talks too much.
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He stops in a small town somewhere in Wisconsin. It reminds him too much of Coffee shops with hardware store signs and a girl that could see inside your soul with one glance. There's a bed and breakfast, the only motel type place he can find, that must have been a mansion from the late 1800s. It's yellow brick walls and fancy turrets make him think of ghost stories and he hopes that maybe fear will drive her out of his mind for at least one night. He should have remembered he'd stopped believing in ghost stories around the same time he stopped believing in fairy tales.
The only ghost he sees that night is her.
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She dials the now familiar number at a time well past midnight. A sleep-filled voice answers the phone, but she doesn't recognize it and for a moment she forgets how to speak. When the man on the other line begins to sound irritated she finally manages to mumble out a quick, "Jess, please?"
He tells her that Jess left over a month ago and they haven't heard from him since.
Her stomach ties itself into knots as she hangs up the phone, worry and guilt mixing their way into the heart she'd thought had turned cold.
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He's in Missouri now and has long ago stopped questioning his need for small towns. He writes furiously on scraps of paper and bits of napkin. Words are strung together to form sentences that make no sense, but at the same time are more right than anything he's ever written before. He thinks he may have gone just a little bit crazy, but he doesn't care.
He thinks maybe to be a great writer, you have to go a little bit crazy.
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When Logan pops the question she isn't surprised. She's surprised only at the word that slips from her lips. She never thought she'd sink this low, but then again she never thought she'd be good at lying. Looks like she's better at it than she thought.
Yes.
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He's still in Missouri when he finally calls Luke. The gruff voice of his Uncle sounds over the phone and the breath he'd been holding in unknowingly slowly let itself out. Luke doesn't yell at him or ask him where he is. Luke simply asks if he's okay. Luke's next words have another piece of his heart falling away, just one more to add to the collection.
Rory's getting married.
Is this what dying feels like?
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Her dress is French silk. Only the best for Logan Huntzberger's bride. Her hair is left down, soft curls falling down her back. She remembers how Jess said she looked best that way. He loved running his calloused fingers through her silky sheet of dark hair, whilst kissing her ever so softly on the forehead.
She closes her eyes as she remembers. Her hands go to the tiara placed on the crown of her hair, pulling it from her head. She lets it fall to the floor as a single tears leaks out from beneath her closed eyelid.
She escapes through the bathroom window, freedom is hers.
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He's walking down the street in Altamont, hands stuffed into the pockets of his faded jeans. He's been there for over four months now and each night he tells himself he's leaving in the morning, each morning he tells himself he'll wait just one more day. The quirky towns folk have grown on him, and he on they.
The scraps of paper and bits of napkin have come together to form a second novel.
He hasn't yet decided if he wants to publish this one.
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Luke said he was in Missouri, so that's where she goes. She closes her eyes and points to a spot on her map. She reads the name of the small town, scoffing slightly to herself. There's no way he can possibly have gone there, but she follows the directions anyways. She laughs at herself, knowing she's only wasting her time.
When she drives past a sign saying, "Welcome to Altamont", she thinks she sees a flash of leather, but then it's gone.
She really needs a cup of coffee.
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He's sitting in the small diner when he hears the jingle of bells. He looks up only to be met with a vision of her. He realizes he must have gone completely insane as he's now developing full on hallucinations, so he looks away from the wide-eyed vision of Rory Gilmore and focuses his eyes back on his book.
"Jess?"
She isn't really here, it's just his imagination.
"Jess?"
There's a quiver in her voice and he looks up, only to be caught in two clear blue pools. He's drowning and he knows he doesn't ever want to be saved.
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When she kisses him, the emptiness inside of her is dissipated.
When he brushes a single hand over her face and stares at her in awe, she lets a trembling smile grace her features.
His fingers entwine with hers and she knows she's finally found her way back home.
Author's Note: I considered, for a good fifteen minutes, about whether or not to right "Then she turns away and runs." at the very end of this because it would be extremely fitting to the Rory/Jess saga (that never really seemed to be resolved in my opinion on the show), but then I figured it would just be mean to do that, so I didn't. Anyways, I think this is pretty much crap writing, but I'd really appreciate reviews and maybe some constructive criticsm. Thanks guys!