Disclaimer: I don't know why I still bother writing these…I don't own Gilmore Girls, blah bliddledy blah.
"Rory, you don't have to go." His voice was feather light, and she felt it zing across her skin. She looked up at him, her blue eyes searching his.
"Yes I do," she murmured softly. "I have to." She smiled wanly, tucking her hair behind her ears. Slowly, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a light kiss on his lips. His arms rounded her waist, and as she breathed in his scent, she closed her eyes, her forthcoming tears clumping her lashes.
"I love you, Rory. You know I do." She nodded gravely, exhaling every so often so she could keep breathing. Her small hand reached up and touched his cheek, and he kissed her palm.
"I know you do. And I love you. But you can't…you don't…we're not happy." She paused and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. "And I want you to be happy." Her words were soft, but she didn't look back once as she crossed from the apartment to the elevator, her hands trembling.
As she walked down the street to the train station, her mind running in a thousand different directions, she heard her name being called.
"Rory!" She looked up and saw Logan standing at the fire escape, attempting to get down.
"Logan, what are you doing?" She exclaimed, her heavy tears, causing the mascara beneath her eyes to darken. She dropped her bags on the sidewalk and ran to him.
"You can't go." He murmured against her hair, pulling her close. Rory tried to stifle her sobs, but couldn't seem to. And as right as it felt to be leaving, as convinced as she was that they didn't belong together, she didn't want to let go.
"I don't want to." She whispered against his chest, and he tipped her head up and kissed her for the last time, this kiss as searing and as passionate as his first.
"I'll miss you." He breathed, and she nodded against him, her arms clinging to his shoulders for dear life.
"I have to go." She whispered quietly after a few moments. "My train'll be leaving soon, and," she paused, giggling a little through her tears. "My bags'll get stolen if I don't get them soon." Logan nodded, rubbing his palms up down on her arms, not wanting to let her go. She dislodged herself from him, and took a step back, steadying herself.
"Call me when you get there?" He asked hopefully, but she shook her head, a new wave of fresh tears falling haphazardly down her cheeks.
"'Bye Logan." She murmured, and in an instant she was gone. He stood there for long minutes afterwards, staring into the empty space that she'd vacated. She was really gone. Stupidly he'd left her, left the perfection of her arms. But when he'd returned, she'd been different. She'd changed, and he'd only been gone a few days. Slowly, it dawned on him that the Rory he knew wasn't the real Rory at all, but someone who'd changed to be what he'd wanted. And when he got what he wanted…he hadn't wanted it anymore.
Author's Note: I hope you liked reading that, writing it was a lot of fun. There's more to come!
