A/N: Sorry, this chapter is depressing, but thanks to all those who reviewed, and don't worry, it will get better soon, I promise! Also, this chapter is shorter than it was meant to be, but I cut it in half because than it was too long...I will post the next chapter tomorrow! Thanks again, and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, I would hope you caught on to that by now.

Chapter 3: Broken Pieces

For Lorelai, the following week went by painfully slow. It seemed like everyday was exactly the same as the previous one. Possibly because, that was the truth. Every day she woke up, alone and cold in her bed and called Sookie. Everyday their conversation was the same. Lorelai would tell Sookie she was sick and couldn't come to work today. Sookie replied the way any loving friend would, telling her to take as much time as she needed until she felt better. Sookie knew Lorelai wasn't physically sick. Mentally, emotionally, that was a different story. She worried about her best friend, she was always so strong and independent, so Lorelai. But Sookie knew this was killing her. She could tell by the monotonous sound of her usually peppy and sing-songy voice, she could tell the way she had holed up in her house, alone, except when she or Rory came to make sure she was still alive.

They came often, to check her pulse and make sure she was eating. They couldn't come as often as they liked, Lorelai wouldn't let them, but they came enough to see how hurt she really was. They never talked about him, if a stranger had been in the room during one of these visits, they would have never known this was all about a break up. Or rather, excuse me, a break.

A break. Lorelai thought bitterly. Who the hell are we, Ross and Rachel?

On Thursday afternoon, Lorelai stumbled out of bed, and made her way towards the stairs, avoiding the mirror as she went. Mirrors, she knew, would do nothing to improve her mood, instead they'd show her how shitty she was sure she looked. More frightening than even that, they would show her the pain she felt inside, underneath the puffy and swollen eyes and the makeup-streaked face. Lorelai walked into the kitchen, a place she had avoided until now. Everything here reminded her of him. Every single cooking untesil she couldn't name, every pot and pan she had never used until they started going out. She remembered the times he came over and cooked for her. She was always surprised to find that she had things used to cook in her kitchen. Looking around, she realized the kitchen was the same, she had all of the same things, except for one. Him.

Her eyes scanned the counter, she remembered the times he had taken her into his arms and pushed her against the counter, allowing them to kiss passionately. Her eyes moved farther along the counter and landed on the coffee pot. Her former best friend, it now seemed to be looking at her, mocking her. She remembered the times she had gone into the Diner, in a caffeine frenzy, waiting for him to pour that one special cup, just for her. She realized now that maybe, the appeal of the caffeinated beverage wasn't the coffee itself, perhaps it was the server of the coffee that she had become addicted to all these years.

Lorelai got angry then. Angry at everyone. Her mother came to mind first. God, was she angry at her. Lorelai had always known her mother was not exactly Glinda the Good Witch, but she would have never pinned her for such a selfish bitch. What the hell was she thinking, that she could dictate Lorelai's relationships? She and her mother had never been close, but Lorelai knew this was the last straw. She never wanted to see or talk to Emily Gilmore again.

Next on her list of people she was angry at was Chris. Chris. All those years they had mocked and bitched together about Emily Gilmore, and now, here he was, her new partner in crime? The crime being ruining Lorelai's life, and the only thing she cared for in the world. Rory excluded of course. She couldn't believe Chris thought he could just waltz his way back here, break up her relationship and they would live happily ever after? Lorelai had always known Chris was naive and idiotic but she would have never pinned him for something quite so arrogant or selfish.

Luke. Lorelai hadn't been able to even think his name until now. She was mad at Luke. He had lied to her, on their first date.

"Lorelai, I just wanted you to know...this thing we're doing here, you and me? I am in. I am all in."

Lying, selfish bastard. Lorelai knows her thinking is unreasonable and irrational but she doesn't care. She is hurt and scarred and she knows he is the reason for it. It's not like I did anything wrong, I have no control over what my mother or Christopher says or does. I didn't tell him about that night with Chris because I was afraid this would happen. He would overreact and assume things had happened, things which most definitely had not happened. Why didn't he just tell me on our first date,

"Lorelai, I'm not really looking for a long term relationship, maybe we'll go out a couple of times, sleep together occaisionaly, but at the first sight of trouble, I'm out. All out."

At least that would have been closer to the truth. For the first time since Rory had rescued her outside on the porch, Lorelai allowed herself to break down. She knelt on the floor sobbing, being careful not to touch the broken shards of glass that used to be her coffeepot.

A/N: Oh, and Lori2279, it's like you read my mind. I have a feeling you'll be happy with the next chapter! ; ) And, lukeandlorealilove, I know me too! I sat there crying and even my daughter, who is three, thought I was crazy!

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Rachel