A.N: This is it! This is the last chapter in Beautifully Unfinished. The story may pick up again as a second book in the future depending on how y'all like this, but I wanted to end it here. Short, simple, sweet.

Thanks for reading!

X

"He stepped down,
trying not to look long at her,
as if she were the sun,
yet he saw her,
like the sun,
even without looking."

- Leo Tolstoy

TO: Truncheon Books
FROM: Jess Mariano
SUBJECT: Look, Here's the Thing-

Hi Guys,

I'm going to start off by saying I'm sorry for not ringing and explaining all of this over the phone, but she's going to get out of the shower soon and I don't want her to find out from an overheard conversation.

I've got to apologise for the position that I've put you all in for the past two years.

Not only was it not fair, but none of you deserved it.

That being said, I have to say thank you for all you could have possibly done to help me.

Although the plane ticket was a bit extreme at the time, it did the job and brought me back to me.

Maybe it even brought me to a better version of me.

Also, thank you for choosing to ignore me when I said I hated you all and I quit my job... I didn't mean any of it and my third book wouldn't nearly be finished if you'd listened to me.

The time away from Philly has made me realise that I was wrong - being there isn't the reason I could write, I can do that wherever I want to be in the world, even here.

It's made me realise that I'm not cut out to live there.

I'm not cut out to live here, either, so don't worry, I'm not going to keep renting this apartment in your name. Although it would be amusing.

The information you're about to read is probably going to shock you and infuriate you, but please don't freak out or overreact. Please read it all the way through and have a few days to think before you ring me and abuse me.

There's only one single place that I've ever felt at home in my life, and that's with Rory.

I got in contact with her recently, very recently, and she came out to see me.

I know that you're all screaming at the laptop right now and one of you have probably put your fist through a wall, but I honestly have a feeling that we're going to make it work this time.

I genuinely think that we'll make it this time.

Maybe it will be in vain and in ten months down the line we'll be apart and have decided we're not meant to be and I'll be back to writing depressive shit that couldn't get published.

Or, maybe in sixty years the two of us will be sitting on our porch while our kids complain about their significant others and we watch our grandkids play in the front yard.

I cannot see into the future and know what's going to happen.

All I know is that when I think about my future all I see is her face.

I know you don't understand our relationship and I can't expect you to.

Fuck, I don't understand our relationship and I know her well enough to know she has no clue, either.

The thing is, we infuriate each other and frustrate each other. We have the ability to make each other downright miserable.

But she's also the best part of me.

She pushes me to do better. To be better.

She pushes me to become my best self.

And I love her.

I love her so fucking much she makes it hard to breathe.

Hard to breathe when I don't see her because I miss her so much it feels like I'm missing a limb.

Hard to breathe when I've got her in my arms because I love her so much she's stolen my heart.

I was watching her sleep this morning and she snuggled up closer to me and I realised that it's not that I can't live without her, because the last six months have proven that I am quite capable of living without her, the last five proven that I'm quite capable of living a good life without her.

It's that I don't want to live without her.

I don't want to live a day, an hour.. a minute without knowing that, sooner or later, she'll walk through the door and into my arms.

I would not survive it if I didn't give us a chance to see if we can make something out of the love we share and can't get rid of.

Rory's leaving her apartment in New York to go back home. She wants to be closer to her mum and to Luke. And, for whatever reason, she wants to go back to the town that is fucking batshit crazy and nothing exciting ever happens in. But it's the town that made her her.

In a lot of ways it's the town that made me myself.

It's a town I got sent to because I was too much for anybody to handle.

It's a town I absolutely hated and wreaked havoc in.

It's a town that I found a family member who loved me for the first time in a not fucked up way.

It's a town where a teenage rebel fell in love with a teenage book worm.

It's the town where we started.

My decision may be rash, but I stayed up late last night after she'd fallen asleep in my arms, and I decided I'm done with messing around and hoping that one day the two of us might be able to make it work. I'm going to make it work.

This morning when I went to get her coffee, I was walking back and I realised that I want to get her a coffee every single morning for the rest of our lives, even when she's eighty and we've promised the doctors that she won't have any more caffeine.

So I rang Luke on the way back to the apartment.

He was probably more shocked than you all to hear that we'd gotten back in touch, but he's agreed to let me and Rory stay in the apartment above the diner until I can find somewhere permanent in town for us to live. She doesn't know it yet, I haven't even asked, but if she'll have me I'm going to buy us a home that we can settle down in.

Once upon a time, back when we were still children ourself, she mentioned that she couldn't think of growing old and raising kids anywhere but Stars Hollow. I couldn't think of growing old and raising kids with anybody but her, so I don't mind where we are in the world. If she wants Stars Hollow than I'm happy to be in Stars Hollow.

(Although you might have to send a van to take me to an asylum if Taylor lives for much longer because I will definitely go insane.)

I'll still write from there just like I've been doing from here for the past six months, and it's not a long flight so I can come back to Truncheon whenever need be.

Thank you all for being my family and pulling me back together again when I needed it.

I'm sorry I haven't said it before, but I love you guys.

I'm grateful for you all.

Catchya Later,

Jess.

AKA. The New Hemingway.