A/N: Thank you so much to all my reviewers. I love you all and you have helped me so much. I can't thank you enough.

~~The next morning~~

Rory finally got the courage to brave the diner in hopes that Jess was going to avoid her. Lorelai escorted her in the door and sat her down at the nearest table. They both looked around, but there was no Jess in site.

"I was starting to worry about you two. I would hate to see you deprived of coffee for a whole day." Luke walked up to the their table carrying two steaming mug of coffee.

"Me too," joked Lorelai.

"Where's Jess?" Rory finally spoke her mind.

"I sent that little devil back to New York where he belongs. He didn't even put up a fight."

Rory didn't know how to take this. She was glad that she didn't have to worry about running into jess, but this meant that he was gone. Gone forever. She really wanted him back now that he was gone. Who could she talk to now about books and such? She had to get him back, but how?

"That would explain the slightly-more-cheerful-than-usual mood." Lorelai tried to take Luke's attention away from the frown on Rory's face.

"What's the matter?" Apparently it didn't work.

"I have to go to school." Rory swung her book bag over her shoulder and gulped some of her coffee down before heading for the door. Lorelai caught her sleeve.

"We'll talk about this when you get home, okay, hon?" She whispered.

"Whatever." She practically ran out the door.

"What's with her?" Luke asked Lorelai, concerned.

"Jess is with her."

Luke paused to think. "Ah, gotcha."

~~During Rory's geometry class~~

Why? God, it's like he just wanted to freak me out. Then he leaves without saying anything. Not that I would know what to say, but he could have at least told me what last night was all about. He just kissed me. Out of the blue. No reason.was there? I finally figure out that I love him, which is a huge deal. Then he up and leaves. It's like his sole purpose in life was to run away from me.

"Miss Gilmore?" Rory broke from her trance to the teacher's irritated voice. "The answer, please?"

~~Meanwhile in New York~~

Jess sat on the disgustingly dirty bench near the side of the road. The skid marks were no longer there and the dented street light that should have been sitting in front of him had long since been replaced. But for some reason no one had noticed the crack that remained on the very bench where he sat. It sat there mocking him as the one reminder of his old life. The life where he was free from himself. The life before the accident. 'God! What is with that word,' He thought. 'It wasn't an accident. It was my fault.'

'Of course it wasn't,' his mind argued. 'It was an accident. You couldn't have prevented it even if you knew it would happen. It was her time to go.'

'While she was my girlfriend? I was about to tell her that I loved her. She never heard me say it. Couldn't it have just waited for a little bit? At least until I could tell her?'

'Maybe, but it didn't. She still heard you. She's okay.'

'What do you mean? She's alive?'

'No, not physically. She's alive with you.'

'Right, like those corny movies? 'She's in your heart, always.'

'No, no. In your mind. As long as you have the memory, nothing can die. Remember what she used to tell you?'

'About my music?'

'Yeah.'

'She said that there was always a personal note behind every great song.'

'Yeah. Remember that song you were listening to?'

'No! I can't think too much into that that night.' 'You remember it. You two memorized it. Remember.'

'No! I won't.'

'Remember. That's the only way to get things back to normal.'

'No. There must be another way. I can't remember. It's all a blur.'

'Don't kid yourself. Think. Think hard. What was she wearing?'

'A tight red shirt and dark jeans.' The thought came unwillingly.

'Atta boy. Now what were the flowers you were giving her?'

He knew that they were red roses. A bit cliché, but he wasn't the best at this sort of thing. Suddenly they had turned white with the jolt of the car smothered in the powered cocaine he always had stashed in the back.

'No!' He wouldn't let himself remember.

'You remember. The song. What was the song?'

'No! I don't remember. I can't.'

Just then a car drove by blaring Drive by Incubus.

'There it is! There it is!' One part of him was excited to here it again, but as he remembered the lyrics, he couldn't stop remembering that night.



A/N: Sorry if this chapter is a bit confusing, but I have been reading Lord or the Flies and can't seem to think normally anymore. It's a good book, though. More to come. And God bless America!