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A/N: Sorry for the delay! I recently spent the last five days in Baltimore/Washington DC, and then was trying to replenish the sleep deprivation Ireceived from the aforementioned trip. This chapter took me awhile to write because I had a little bit of writer's block. Also, thank you so much for all your reviews! They keep me writing and help me to improve my talent. Please continue! Okay, I will stop babbling now. So here's chapter six of Piecing the Puzzle, entitled Revelations...

Chapter 6

Rory ran down the street at full speed as, for the second time in twenty-four hours, Logan chased after her calling her name. The wind blew in her face as she pushed her way through crowds of people.

"Rory, honey, what are you running from?" Miss Patty called as Rory flew by. Not seconds later, Miss Patty saw Logan following suit. "And why would you run from that?" she hollered, even though she knew there was no way that Rory could of heard her.

Rory was beginning to run out of breath. Exactly why she was running was a mystery to her. Maybe the entire reality of the situation was far to complex for her to tackle at this point in her life. Maybe the good twelve hours of wallowing weren't enough for her. Maybe she was running away from something she wanted to badly that the pain she felt couldn't even mask her desire. Suddenly and abruptly she stopped. She stopped running so quickly that Logan almost ran into her. The two stood together in silence, both breathing heavily, not knowing what to say to each other. Finally, Logan began to speak.

"Wow. Where did you learn to run like that," he gasped in between breaths. Rory said nothing in reply. All she did was stand with her hands on her hips, surveying the land around her. Without even realizing it, she has stopped directly in front of the bridge. It was so strange that this is where her marathon-like run had brought her. It was oddly coincidental that she was again at this bridge during another breaking point in her relationship. First it was the time that she and Jess had, had their first connection on a romantic level. And now this. Granted, this moment could mean the end of a relationship she had longed for, but she had to be positive.

Her grotesque silence had gotten on Logan's last nerve. He needed to know where they stood as a couple. He had come too far and cared too much to have their relationship end like this. Logan had given up before, and this time he wasn't willing to take the easy way out. This was something he wanted to work on.

Logan walked up to Rory and took her by the hands. Being this close to her when they had been so far apart on an emotional level was something that Logan found comfort in.

"Rory. What do you want me to say?" For a moment, all Rory could do was sit and stare past his head in an unfocused manner.

"I don't know what I want you to say. I don't know what I want to say. This is far too difficult for me. Logan, I don't believe that you fully comprehend the situation here. Do you really understand why I'm so upset?"

"Because I made colossal jerk comments last night. And I understand that completely. I'm sorry for that. Isn't an apology enough?" Rory sighed and placed her head in her hands. After another moment of silence, she lifted her head, a critical expression spread across her face.

"Look Logan. I care so much for you. And I am not willing to lose you; not like this. I don't know how, or when, but we'll figure this out. But until you figure out the truth about why I'm so upset, I cannot do anything about it." Rory turned on her heel and began to walk away.

"Rory, how can I fix this if you won't tell me what the problem is?" Logan called after her, hands thrown up with frustration. Rory turned back around to face Logan.

"Right now the problem is that I shouldn't have to tell you what the problem is."

Lorelai strolled leisurely out of Luke's. With a bright smile plastered on her face, she began to walk down the street, the sun shining down on her face, warming her from the outside in. This was her favorite time of year. Not quite spring, but not yet summer. Besides the moments when pure snow feel gracefully from the sky, this time of year was a time that Lorelai enjoyed immensely. Her purse swinging lightly in her hand and her blue stilettos clicking against the cement, Lorelai made her way down the street.

Luke had been acting strangely. Not a bad strange, but in a way that made Lorelai giggle. He was jumpier then usual. And what was with that date they made for tomorrow night? He almost seemed nervous asking her, much like the time he asked her out on their first date. The couple had come so far from that, but she felt like there had to be a reason that he was acting so peculiar. She racked her brain for dates and such, much like she had three months ago, but came up with nothing. Suddenly she stopped short as a revelation sprung into her mind.

"Marriage?" she whispered inaudibly, drawing her hand to her mouth in surprise. She turned on her heel to look back at Luke's in the distance. She stared at the establishment, her head cocked to the side, contemplating the thought that had just crossed her mind. Of course she thought of marrying Luke and living together in peaceful bliss for the rest of their lives, but the idea had never been quite this real before.

"You're jumping to conclusions, Lorelai. Don't get your hopes up because you never know what he could be up to," her subconscious reminded her, bringing her back down to earth.

"But you never know…" Lorelai sang to herself as she turned again on her heel and continued down the street, her purse swinging back and forth just as it was before.

Rory scuffed her feet back towards her house. But this time, there was no adorable blonde boy chasing after her. She felt alone, hurt, and worst of all, lost. Rory was not this kind of girl. She was not the girl who was lost without her boyfriend, the girl who wasn't strong enough to make it through a day without him. But somehow, Logan had this affect on her. Being without him was like being without air, like being without water. It was unbearable, undoable, intolerable. With a deep, shaky breath, Rory made her way up her porch steps, tucking a stray brunette strand behind her ear in the process. She turned the golden knob, and there on the couch sat her mother who sat in her Tootsie Roll pajamas, watching the infamous Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Apparently there was a chocolate theme going on and that meant Lorelai was in a good mood. Unfortunately, Rory's spirits weren't quite as high. Lorelai turned around to greet her daughter, and saw that she was still down in the dumps.

"Hey beautiful, amazing daughter of mine. What's shakin'?" Lorelai asked in a moronic tone, trying to get some sort of smile or laughter out of her daughter. But all she received was the sight of Rory rubbing her temples. "Come here babe. Sit with me. It's our favorite movie… and I have all of you favorite snacks," Lorelai tempted, trying to mask the pain she felt for her daughter. Rory managed a meek smile and rounded the couch, flopping down on it. She snuggled up against her mother as Lorelai cupped her daughter with her arm. Rory gently laid her head on her mother's shoulder, breathing heavily and shakily. Lorelai rubbed her daughter's head much like she had when she was a baby crying in her crib. After a moment or two, Lorelai looked down to see silent tears running down her daughter's pink cheeks. The sight of this brought tears to her own eyes, but knew she could do nothing more than give Rory a firm kiss on the head and tell her everything would be alright. Regrettably, there was no way Lorelai could put a band aid on this boo-boo in hopes that it would make the pain go away.

A/N: Sorry for the slight length deficiency! But please keep reading and reviewing! All you comments are greatly appreciated. I have an idea of where I'm going with this, but I would love some input. Thank you for all your help.