Well, this idea came to me yesterday, and I just wrote it last night. It's a short, LL of course, angsty one-shot. Luke's POV.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.
In his mind, he compared her to the wind.
She could be a soft, gentle wisp blowing across your face, or a frightening hurricane, ready to rip you apart.
He sometimes saw her as a comfort, a pleasure, like a light cool breeze on a summer day. But sometimes she was an annoyance, an icy gust in the dead of winter.
The wind never stops, and neither does Lorelai. She's always moving, always doing something, sometimes before thinking. 'Look before you leap' never meant anything to her.
But she's most like the wind in one way. You get wrapped up in her, you feel like she's as close as she can get.
Then, suddenly, she's gone.
And you can't for the life of you pull her back, because there's nothing there to grab hold of.
She wasn't as close as she seemed to be.
And Luke is left there, waiting, hoping, praying that the wind will come back.
Because as much as he wants to, he can't admit she's gone.
The End!
There you go. Just a little, tiny fic for you to read.
Review!