A/N : I actually like this chapter. But, it is kind that a link to the next one. So the end is a little bit "DUH". But hang in there, 'cause It'll be better. And I might update it tomorrow, if school allows me. Thanks for everyone who is still reading, and special thanks to the ones who are reviewing it. Reviews make my day. Oh and, about Hope being Emily's young sister, I didn't know that, forgive me. Another thing: This fic is totally diferent from what I usually write (in general), it is a new ground to me, my stories do not have so much dialogue or anything like this, but I really hope I'm making a good job.

A/N: Congrats to my sister Bru Gravem, who wrote the best one-shoot literati ever.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Part I – Time of shadows and whispers...Your room is so dark

"Hello."

"Hey, hon" Lorelai said quietly on the phone. They got to Hope's house for an hour, and her mother had disappeared taking care of "things". The house was actually simple, but it had this amazing French vibe that Lorelai loved. After just stare at the wall for what seemed to be two hours, but were actually ten minutes, she decided to call her daughter… Just to tell her she was ok.

"Oh, hey, mom. How are things?"

"Oh, well, you know… Just… All messed up…"

"How is grandma?"

"She is well, in a world of her own. She's totally off, Rory, it's almost disturbing to see my mom like this."

"What did you expect? Her sister just passed away. She is not gonna sing and jump any time soon, mom."

"Ouch."

"I'm just saying…Just let her be for a while, she will come around eventually, when she feels like talking and all."

"I guess, you know,I wish we could talk a little bit more, but I better go… Can you do me a favour next time you go to Stars Hollow?"

"Sure, I was thinking about going on this weekend, to see Lane and all."

"Well, tell Luke I miss him, but long distance calls suck."

"Ok, I'll give him the message."

Rory was wondering how her mother and grandmother would be doing, but well, the answer was more obvious than she thought.

"Bye, hon. Love ya."

"Love you too, bye."

And she was alone again. Her mother wasn't even making noises from wherever she was.

So she just sat on the living room's couch, and lied down, feeling her whole body relaxing immediately. And that's when she realised how tired from her trip she was.

Emily just went right up to her sister's room…

Forgetting about Lorelai for a second. She needed to do this without her daughter's presence. She needed to just open her sister's wardrobe, and simply get as close to Hope as she could now.

Her tears didn't take long to fall. It was easy. And now as she would take all Hope's socks out of the drawer, franticly throwing all of them away… She felt mad. She felt mad at her sister, because she went away. She just did what Emily thought she would never do, and now, she was somewhere no money in this world could take her.

When the drawer was empty, she opened another door, and was surprised to find nothing but a big red box. She opened it carefully… And there she was… Emily herself, resumed in a box.

Pictures of every possible moments of her life, draws for school, notes, and Emily's doll, Mrs. Miller, who was full of dust, yet intact.

Her hands were shaking and her anger growing. It was a lie. It had to be.

And she screamed. And throwed that ridiculous box away, refusing to believe that, that was all that she had left. A box with their memories.

"Mom?"

"What!" Emily asked more angrily than she wanted.

"What's…Oh… Geez…" Lorelai got on her knees and started to pick everything that was on the floor up, and putting it on the bed.

"Just leave it all on the floor, Lorelai.."

"But…"

"Leave it!"

"Ok…"

Emily turned to the wall and started to weep again. This is when you should do something, Lorelai thought, be usuful.

"Mom…We need to talk, don't you think?"

"I don't really feel like talking, Lorelai…"

And then she gave up, she knew she shouldn't, but she just gave up, 'cause honestly, Lorelai had no idea of how to act in a situation like this. Not with Emily anyway.

She started to slowly leave the bedroom, when Emily said.

"Lorelai?"

"Yeah?" She quietly asked, not wanting her mother to yell again… She was used to her mother yelling at her, but never like that.

"Just make sure that no one that you love becomes nothing but a memory…" Emily sobbed. Weeping for the memories that she wished she had.

And when Lorelai finally got out of the bedroom, she weeped for the same thing… Thinking about her mother.

Part II – Sleep well my darling...And leave this vale of tears behind

"Are you nervous?" Her father asked. "You shouldn't… You look beautiful… Your mother would be proud of you."

Emily smiled. She was about to come out in society, and what her father said, was all she need to hear. Remembering this, she would survive the dance, Hope's jokes, her escort, and Hope's jokes…

She was now fifteen. And she had to admit that she didn't turn out that bad. Her eyes were still her charm, but she wasn't bad at all, actually... Not bad in the eyes, let's put it like this.

And then she heard "Emily Everit, daughter of Michael and Helen Everit…". And her father led her down stairs, the ball room looked beautiful, and she couldn't help but look at Hope's face… And for one second, her mother's face.

Her escort was the son of one of her father's friend. A scary woman.

But her son wasn't scary at all.. He was two years older than her, but he didn't seem to mind that.

Richard danced with her everytime he had to dance with her, he didn't seem annoyed at all for being there. In fact, he even seemed to be enjoying. They laughed at their bad moves, he liked to laugh at her actually.

They sat on a table quiet for a moment.

"Are you having fun?" He asked looking at her. His dark hair falling on his face, and that was the first time ever, Emily thought something like 'This boy is very hadsome'.

"Yes, thank you. Though I think someone should take my sister out of the bar." He laughed looking at Hope who was making small talk with the barman. Richard smiled, but the grin faded when his mother sat on the table with them.

"These people are starting to give me a headache, Richard."

"Well…Who doesn't?" He said the last part quietly.

"We should go home."

"Mom, I have to stay." He nodded his head towards Emily who was starting to blush.

"You don't have to, really.. I'll be fine. My sister can entertain me."

"No. I have to stay." He repeated, looking from Emily to Trix. "Mother, you know very well that it wouldn't be polite. I asked the driver to wait for us outside, you can go home with him, I will stay here with Emily…. I can walk home."

"Richard, really.." But he grabbed her hand under the table and pressed it. And she stopped talking.

"Very well then" The scary lady said.

"I'll take you to the door." He said to his mother and whispered one "I'll be back," to her.

Emily smiled and waited…

And waited…

And when she realised he wasn't going to be back, she felt the taste of her salty tears on her lips.

Hope saw everything from the bar… She was certainly going to find that Gilmore guy and kill him.

Her father didn't realise what had happened, and while Hope observed Emily fight against tears and the shame of being left alone by your own escort. Hope asked for another martine, and this one she was giving to the new lady in the house.

"This is for you, society queen." She said giving her sister the glass.

"I'm not supposed to drink..."

"Who is?" Hope said.

A few martinis later, they were both sundelly, having a great time. Laughing at silly things. Emily wasn't really able to talk, or walk for that matter...

And that was the great night of her coming out. She got abandoned by her escort, and got drunk with her sister.

In the next morning, she remembered enough to promise herself that she would never make her father feel ashamed of her like that again.