Rory walks through the huge mansion after being let in by the maid. Rory walks towards the library where she sees the newly widowed Mrs. Huntzberger. Her once warm eyes are now cold. Her face usually painted with a smile is now placed with a sad form of a frown. Her high cheek bones are stained with tears. She's is no longer the same Mrs. Huntzberger. Shira is looking over Mitchum's book collection when Rory lightly knocks on the door frame. Shira snaps her head to the door.
"Rory." Shira wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see how you were doing."
"Come in."
Rory walks into the library. "How are you holding up?"
"By a string."
"I am so sorry." Rory hugs her.
"Thank you. I appreciate it, you coming oven though you and Logan are no longer together."
"Of course. You're like a second mother to me."
"Well, Logan should be here any minute. We all decided to get together more often: Logan, honor, and me."
"I actually just came here for you."
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened…..between you and Logan?"
"He didn't take his father's sickness too well."
"Logan has never handled trauma too well. When his grandmother died when he was 10, he locked himself in his room for weeks and never spoke one word to us in those weeks. We never really consoled him after that, we didn't know how. So we just let him deal with it his own way. I'm guessing he retreated to when he was 10."
"Pretty much, yes."
"But he really does love you. He doesn't mean to push you away."
"I know."
"I know Mitchum wasn't really your favorite person, but I really want you to come to his funeral on Wednesday. It would really mean a lot to me"
"Absolutely."
"I'm sure Logan wants you there too."
"I doubt that."
"Why?" Shira asks confused.
"I'm probably not his favorite person right now."
"What happened?"
"I honestly don't know."
"You'll figure it out."
"I don't know, Shira. I think it really is over this time."
"Richard Bach said some time ago, 'Real love stories never have an ending.' Are you familiar with Richard Bach?"
"Very little."
"Ok." Shira thinks. "What about Van Gogh? Are you acquainted with Vincent Van Gogh?"
"Of course."
"He once said, 'Love is eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.' What ever it is that you two are going through right now, remember that you two love each other. And now I quote The Beatles, 'all you need is love'."
Rory chuckles. "Now I know where Logan gets his knowledge of everything."
"Don't let him go."
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The funeral was extravagant, obviously. Everything looked so expensive, even the people. People came up to say a few words about the born journalist. The Huntzbergers were seated across from the casket. The Huntzberger women let their emotions show while Logan kept a strong front. If people only knew what was beyond the fake exterior. Rory knows. She has always known. After the ceremony everyone makes their way to the burial site. Everyone crowds around the casket as it prepares to go under. Rory makes her way through the many guests towards the front. She makes her way next to Logan who doesn't even notice her. Rory gently slides her hand in Logan's. Logan surprised, looks at Rory next to him. She gives him a sweet, reassuring smile. He gives a little one back. Logan looks back to the casket, and then turns to his mother on his right.
Logan whispers, "I don't want to see this. I'm going to go."
Shira nods and whispers back, "Fine. Just come home tonight, ok?"
"Yeah." Logan slips his hand out of Rory's and starts to move.
"Where are you going?" Rory asks in hushed tones.
"I can't be here right now. I'm gonna go." He starts to leave again.
"Wait." Rory grabs his arm. "Can I go with you?"
"What about your car?"
"I came with my grandparents."
Logan mulls for a second. "Yeah, come on."
Rory grabs Logan's hand as they walk away from the crowd. "Where are we going?" Rory says as Logan quickens his pace.
"I don't know. Where ever the wind or my car takes us."
They reach Logan's car and get in. Logan speeds out of the cemetery. Logan pulls on to the empty freeway. The top of the car is down making the wind blow through Rory's hair. She faces the liberating feeling that she always had when she and Logan were together. However, the liberating feeling is replaced with fear as she sees the car reaching the 100 mph mark. The speed continues to grow.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rory looks at Logan.
"Don't you miss the thrill, Ace?" Logan says as he fixes his eyes on Rory.
"Keep your eyes on the road." Rory panics.
Logan doesn't listen, "Don't you want the danger again, the impulse……the fun." Logan keeps his eyes on Rory and his foot on the gas pedal.
"Logan, put your eyes on the road and slow down."
"I said it once and I'll say it again. You slow down you die, Ace."
"Yeah? Well, you don't slow down we'll die too. So either way, we're gonna die, but slow down. I don't want to die this way."
"Are you scared?"
"Yes!" Rory screams as the car moves faster.
"Isn't this the point of being young?"
"Look, you gave me this speech before. I don't need to hear it again. Just slow down."
"Why! Why stop now, huh! What are we missing! What's waiting for us if we slow down!" Logan says intensely as he burns his eyes into Rory.
"Stop! You're scaring me!"
"Yeah? Well, I'm scaring me too."
"Pull over." Logan doesn't. "Pull the damn car over!" Still nothing. "Logan!"
Logan sees the fear on Rory's face. He puts his eyes back on the road, slows down and pulls over to the side of the road. Rory opens the car door and exits while Logan follows her actions. Rory rushes to Logan on the other side of the car and shoves him back hard to hit the car door.
"What the hell is wrong with you? We could have been killed, you ass."
"What? By all the cars?" Logan jokes.
"You're insane."
"Now tell me that wasn't fun."
"You know, this rebellious, dangerous, bad boy bit is getting old with you Logan."
"You used to love it."
"You're acting like a child."
"And so what?"
"So what? You're an adult, start acting like one."
"Who are you to tell me how to act? You're father didn't just die."
Rory studies Logan for a bit. "Is this what this is about?"
"No- Yes, I don't know…….I just need to get my mind on something else right now. Something beside what we just left."
Rory looks at Logan. She sighs. "Let's go get something to eat."
Logan gives a little smile, "thanks."
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"So, why did you come?" Logan says as he stuffs a fry into his mouth.
"What?" Rory takes a sip from her drink.
"Why did you leave the funeral with me? I mean, we aren't exactly on the best of terms and there is that whole awkward ex-boyfriend/girlfriend vibe."
"Well, I didn't want you to be alone. Thought I might give you some company."
"Well, thank you. It means a lot."
"You're welcome."
They continue to eat in silence.
"But, it wasn't only for you. I was selfish." Rory adds.
"What do you mean?" Logan asks confused.
"I wanted to come, because……..I wanted to spend some time with you."
"Oh."
"Yeah, sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about."
They eat again in silence. And of course the awkward silence comes in.
"You feeling any better?" Rory cuts in hating the silence.
"A little, thanks to you."
"You're welcome."
"So…..what is going on in the life of Rory Gilmore? We haven't really talked in a while, a really long while."
"Yeah, not much. I'm just catching up with friends, concentrating on school, spending a lot more time with my mom. You?" Logan gives Rory a look. "Right, sorry."
"It's ok."
Silence.
"Ok. I don't really want to open a can of worms or anything, but what's going to happen now with the business?"
"Ummm. My dad had like a second hand man, so he's going to watch over it for a while until my grandfather thinks I'm ready for the responsibility. And now that I'm working for one of the papers…….we'll see. Exciting, huh?"
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"I don't know, yet. I'll let you know."
They both become quiet again.
"I'm sor-" They says simultaneously before they start to chuckle.
"You first," Logan offers.
"I'm sorry."
"Thanks."
"No about your dad- I mean, I'm sorry about that too, but, I'm sorry about everything………. with us."
"Me too."
Rory pauses, "I've missed you, you know."
"I've missed you too……a lot."
Rory and Logan lock eyes. Rory can feel those butterflies in her stomach. "We should probably go." Rory starts to get up."
"Wait." She waits. "What if we start over? A clean slate?" Logan says.
"Is that even possible?"
"Not really, there's too much here, but…..no pressure, just us. I've made mistakes and I'm paying for them, but," Logan looks into those blue eyes of Rory's, "being with you was and never will be one of them."
Rory wait's a while and smiles. She leans over the table and softly places a kiss on Logan's lips. She sits back down and continues to eat her fries, smiling. Logan follows her suit.