Thanks for all the reviews! And yes, don't worry guys, this fic will have a happy ending, I mean, who am I to break up the perfect couple and never put them back together again?! Don't worry. I just want to display how horrible each would feel, how lost and alone, if they didn't have each other.

A/N Just a little note the things in italics that aren't like...blocked off with the separating line-thingys are thoughts, not flashbacks...but ya'll will probably be able to figure that out.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything...you know the drill.

Part two

Luke woke up shaking after a bad dream.

Nightmare more like it...

He had dreamt that him and Lorelai were married, and he came home one day to find her in bed with Chris. That's when he woke up. It was the same dream every night, or slight variations of it. He and Lorelai were together, and he would eventually come home to find her with Chris. He rolled over in bed and bumped into a body. At first he thought it was Lorelai, until he remembered Lorelai would never sleep in his bed again. No, it was Melanie next to him. Sweet, funny Melanie. Not funny in a Lorelai way, a sarcastic, original kind of way, that you only got if you knew her well; no, Melanie was funny in a sweet, young, innocent way. As Luke rolled back over, he caught sight of a half-opened box in the corner of his room. After moving back to his place, many of his things were still in boxes.

He got up and shuffled over to the closet where a box sat. It was set back in the furthest corner, under a torn flannel shirt and a pair of old running shoes. It wasn't eye catching on the outside, just a regular brown cardboard box with "Crazy lady" scratched on the side in his crooked scrawl. Inside, however, were his treasures. He sat on the end of the bed, careful not to wake Melanie, and opened the box, taking a deep breath as he did so. Every time he opened it, it was like rubbing salt in an open wound, but he knew it would hurt even more to throw them away.

Inside were pictures of him and her, little doo-hickeys that would only mean something to her, DVDs she made him buy, the CDs that they had bought together after their first date, the necklace and earrings he had found on the diner steps 2 days after their break-up, and anything else that reminded him of her. He didn't want to walk into his apartment every day and see her stuff laying around, but to be able to look at it every once in awhile was okay.

He pulled out some of the pictures. Most of them were from their trip to Disney World in April. Lorelai had drug Luke to Florida on the pretense of bringing out the kid in him, but he knew it was really because she had never been to see the Magic Kingdom. He had never been to Florida before, and going anywhere with Lorelai was always an adventure. Plus, he got to see her in a bikini, which sure wasn't a bad thing.

He remembered the last day of their trip, they went to a souvenir shop and Lorelai immediately tired to get him to buy matching key chains that had Minnie and Mickey holding hands.

"Come on" she had pleaded, "They're us! Mickey and Minnie were made for each other, just like you and me"

He smiled at this. He loved the way she put serious things into a funny context, making them not so serious. Finally he caved.

"Fine fine...but don't go around telling everyone I'm soft, because..."

He had finally agreed to buy them, and now that he was sitting in his apartment, holding the key chain in one hand and a picture of them with Mickey in the other, he was glad he did. As much as it hurt now, he was glad he was finally given his chance with Lorelai, even if it was only for a year. That year had been one of the happiest of his life, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Yea Yea, I know it's realllllllllllllllllly short, but I want to make sure that someone out there is still reading it. I already have the next chapter written (it's not typed yet), and I'll post it if I get at least 3 reviews.....hope you enjoy it!