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Okay, this one is somewhat short, and I tried to please whoever asked for more Luke. Hence the title that includes, The Story of Luke. It's just a few things about his life without Lorelai, well some of it with her too I guess. I hope you guys enjoy, and about bringing Logan in. I think that will be next chapter, but he won't become a character in story, just a passing guy that sheds a little light on Rory. Eh, we'll see. PLEASE REVIEW IT! I don't get many reviews and I'm starting to wonder if I should continue.

-Aftertaste: The Story of Luke-

She had lied. She had looked him directly in the eyes and lied. Then, with his trust completely invested in her words she had changed him beyond recognition, stripped him bare, and broken her promise. She had lied.

They had jogged to the limo, her dress dragging behind her in a crazy wind of excitement, her curls bouncing from their arrangement in a messy bun, and both of their arms swinging wildly at their sides. Breathlessly they had climbed into the back before hungrily meeting lips, each tasting the other as if for the first time. Sighing, Luke had pulled away, drinking in the beauty of her features.

"God, I wish this would last forever."

She smiled, twisting her fingers gently through his hand, "It will, because I'll love you forever."

"Forever is a long time," he said, raising an eyebrow in anticipation.

"Well, then I guess you're stuck with me for a while."

"There's no way out of it?" he had joked.

"I'm afraid not."

"Shucks," he breathed, pulling her in for another kiss.

It hadn't been forever; it hadn't even been close. Now she was gone, and Luke didn't know what to do.

Imprints, scratches, marks.

But Luke knew he was lucky. Even if it was brief, Lorelai had been his, she had chosen him, and he'd gotten his time. Probably more than he deserved. After all, he was just some 'diner guy' and she, well, she was something else.

Luke smiled weakly as he stared out at the people sitting before him, trying to match faces with the blurry forms below. He felt as if he chest was being crushed, like someone was sucking the air out of him. Taking a shallow breath to refill his lungs, he began.

"It's hard to put Lorelai Victoria Gilmore into words. If anything, she was nothing short of amazing. She just had this spark, this light to her. When you were around her things just felt, they just felt right, like she made the world just a little bit better," he sighed, running his hand through his hair, "There's not much else I can say except that I had my time with her, and that's something I'll treasure forever."

It was true. She was special, everyone knew it. Rory, her parents, Christopher, Stars Hollow, Luke, they all knew it. They all knew that intoxicating laugh was one of a kind, that few smiles could light entire rooms the way hers could. And they all loved her, it was hard not to.

Footprints, dents, and sparks.

Now, with her gone he felt empty. She had left an imprint in his life, in his soul, and once she pulled away, he had nothing but empty space.

Luke rolled lazily onto his side and stretched an arm outwards, grasping at the formless sheets. His eyes quickly opened and examined the space where his hand lay. Lorelai's space. Sighing he realized his mistake. It happened almost every morning, he would wake up in a combination of denial and bliss from some alter dream world, somehow forgetting that Lorelai was no longer there. That he was utterly alone once again. Then it would sink in, the wrenching fact he would never wake up to her sleeping form next to him ever again. That his bed was for one again, no extra pillows, no need to share blankets, no fight for space. No Lorelai.

The worst part was, Luke knew that there was nothing that could ever fill him. So he just went on living, trying his best to ignore the cavernous hole she had left in his heart.

You made your way through me.

Leaving impressions for all to see.

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His whole life had been routine, a pattern scarcely broken. Even now, it was the same. Only these days, it was harder to keep moving, to not just shut down and quit. But he still dragged on, with only one addition to his mornings.

Luke slammed the car door behind him, wincing as the crash of metal rang through the respectful silence. With his head dropped towards the ground he quickly made his way through the grassy lawn, hoping that no one had noticed his earlier disruption. Memory had taught him when to slow his pace, and soon he stopped at a grave slightly displaced from the path.

As his eyes lifted he saw them. They begged for attention, their sturdy stems supporting a cluster of vibrant color, calling immediate notice to the loudness of the bloom. The sight wrapped its way around his eyes filling them with an overwhelming passion. Luke didn't know what type of flowers they were, only that they were beautiful. That they were Lorelai. And that only one person could have brought them. The one person who knew her inside and out.

"She came."

I'm not who I used to be.

Controlled by you, no longer free.

EL FIN