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His only way out: Part 5
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Luke drove down i-95. His expressionless face reflected off the rear view mirror as he changed lanes, turning onto a new strip of road.
80 miles from home was nothing to get away from the pain she caused him. She didn't say anything she just left. Luke crumbled after that. He knew her answer. He just wished he could've taken it better.
The center of Boston slowly approached him and so did the desire for sleep. He'd have to find a place to crash before the wheel became his bed.
He pulled into a small hotel on the outskirts of Boston; it looked quiet.
He settled in his room to the sound of small rain droplets, releasing themselves from the cloudy night sky. A depressing sound for a depressing night. He wouldn't sleep through—he hoped she wouldn't either.
He brushed his teeth before surrendering to the double bed at the top of the room, getting rid of the taste of the day. He rested his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling, 1.14am, but he didn't care; he didn't even know what tomorrow had planned for him. The rain fell harder and the wind picked up from its calm sway and rattled against the window. Great, he thought, he rolled over and stared at the crappy hotel phone, still too close, seven numbers away from Lorelai was too close. As much as it hurt him he couldn't think of anything but her. Why couldn't things be simple, everything needs to have a glitch, a spanner in the works, even relationships, what's the deal with it, screws up everything, even a friendship. He sighed. That's what he thought anyway. Neither of their minds were straight enough to figure this one out, everyone was confused and mad. The morning would bring something new; it had too.
He got up and walked over to the window. He opened the curtains slightly. The rain was coming down hard. He looked out to the road and saw a pair of headlights coming down the road. He wondered if Lorelai was awake and feeling the same as he was. He watched the car pass and disappear into the distance before he closed the curtains and got back into bed.
It was a restless night. . . for both of them.
Lorelai lay in her big old empty house crying in the dark, as Luke scalded himself for opening his stupid mouth. He punched his pillow and she hugged hers. They had connection.
As Lorelai lay there in the quiet dark, she felt an ache in her heart and she clenched onto the pillow tighter. Maybe it was just a desire to know what she was feeling, or a sign of what she's always avoided.
She knew she had to go after him, if only she had the note, if only she knew what to say. Tomorrow she would know. She had to.
Slowly they drifted off to sleep with one thing on their minds each other and the days to come. . .
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AN: If location inaccuracies occur, I'm sorry, but I'm from Australia and can only rely on maps for information, I mean, we don't even drive on the same side of the road! LOL.
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