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A/N: And here is an update. Not a lot of people reviewed for the last chapter, but that's okay. I don't really mind because I love this story. And it may not be my best, but there are some moments that just make me happy to be alive and to be who I am.

This is the end of this tale. I knew it wasn't going to be long from when I started, but I'm still sad. I hope you like the last chapter and I hope that for whom liked the Lorelai/Luke letter will like the ending.

Thank you for everyone who has been reading the whole way. I really enjoyed writing this.

'Bye for now.

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"We're here in loving memory of Lorelai Gilmore. We have gathered all of her close relatives and loved friends for this gathering to mourn her death," Reverend Skinner spoke carefully, as if searching the room to see if he had upset anyone. But everyone secretly knew that his purpose was to make everyone cry.

Rory lurked in the back of the church, her eyes stinging. She wouldn't let herself cry. Not that she cared what anyone said, but she didn't think that Lorelai would like to see her cry. She pursed her lips together, playing with her sleeves.

"Does anyone want to say something about our dear friend?"

About a thousand hands went up and she guessed that since Luke was sitting in the front, he got to go up. When he got up to the podium, she could see that he was throwing worried glances her way.

Luke cleared his throat, looking down. "It's hard to stand up here and give a speech about Lorelai Gilmore when I don't even think that it's gotten through my mind that she's gone. And, maybe it's because I love her so much, and that I feel guilty for not expressing it. I hope she knew," He swallowed hard.

Rory's hands went to her hair as she felt like this was only going to end badly. She let out a whimper before running out the doors of the church. Luckily, only a few heads turned and gave her an apologetic look and only one boy came after her.

"Rory!"

Faster. Run faster. She did, as her mind was her energy.

But, as he was a guy, he could out run her. When he caught up with her, she didn't even slow down, even when he threw himself in front of her. "Move." Her voice cracked under the pressure and he only put his strong hands on her shoulders, making it hard for her to move.

"Do you really want to run away from your mother's funeral? Do you think she would have wanted you to do that?" Jess questioned her, holding her in place, as she lifted her hands to her face, as if covering herself up in shame.

Her voice sounded way too low and sad for him to just stand there. "I—I can't handle this. I just want to run away and never come back. I want to go and find my mom again and hug her. Because she was the one who could hug me, I don't want you. You can't replace her."

Jess furrowed a brow. "I'm not trying to, Rory. You're acting insane."

"It doesn't feel like acting," She looked up at him, her hair sticking to her face by tears. "Now, get out of my way so I can go."

Jess walked by her as she paced through the town, letting out small cries every now and then. "Don't you want to make a speech for your mom? She would have wanted you to do better than run away."

She folded her arms over her chest as if it were colder than it already was. "You have no idea what I am feeling. You can't tell me that I'm disrespecting my mom by not staying in a stiff place that only brought me pain."

"You know, it's usually me who's running away."

Her pace didn't slow down as she walked through the sidewalk, and he knew where she was heading. "Then you can start again because I don't need you to be the guy on the white horse who saves me. You can go back to being the screw-up and the boy who breaks my heart over and over again. I don't need you to give me special treatment."

"You honestly think I wanted to break your heart?"

"You did, though."

When they reached Rory's old house, she was already slowing down, her tears thickening in every step she took. Finally, when they got to the porch, she practically fell down onto the small stairs. He sat down next to her and watched her cry.

He shook his head, "Rory."

"I'm a mess, I know. But, right now all I can do is this. I'm helpless."

Jess sighed, rubbing her arm tenderly as he took the chance to take a small envelope out of his pocket. "It might make it worse, but you need to have this. Luke told me not to give it to you, but your mom…she wanted you to have it."

She didn't respond as he placed the envelope on her lap. "Read it."

"I don't want to," Rory stretched out the bottom of her long sleeve and ran it against her eyes. She looked into his eyes and bit her lip. "What I said was true. You should go, you have a life in Philadelphia and I can't keep you from it. I'll thank you when I'm happier and when I can kiss you and not cry in your face."

He shrugged, leaning in, brushing his lips against her's. "It does get better. It has to. I don't want you to be sad. Lorelai loved you and she would hate herself for tearing you apart."

She placed her hand on his cheek and gave him a sad look. "I wish I could tell you I love you. But, right now, it's all about hating the world for taking people away from me. It's not fair, Jess. Because the list includes you."

"Read it," He repeated. "I won't be gone when you come back to Luke's. So, do come back."

Jess stood up and backed away from the Gilmore house, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Her eyes didn't follow him like they usually did, as they were busy looking at the letter on her lap. She opened the envelope slowly, like if it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Honey.

My fragile little flower that I love so much. Do you remember the time when I told you not to let anything get you down? Not to let anything bother you or make you sad? And it was true. Because whatever it would have it been, or could be, it wouldn't be worth it because your too good for that. Every day I look at you, I know that. I know that I don't deserve so much happiness with the coolest girly girl in the world. You are my angel and my everything. And the thought of me going anywhere and leaving you alone in the world, it frightens me so much. Because I need you so much. It's like you're the air I breathe, you are such a big part of my life that I don't know where I end and you begin. And, you know, as a naïve girl when I was sixteen, I always believed in soul mates. And now that I am a grown woman, I haven't found him yet. I don't think I ever will. That's because I always thought that soul mates had to be a guy that would sweep me off my feet and know every single thing about me. And when I found out that that wasn't it, it was incredible because it was something more. You are my soul mate, my darling. You are my light and my darkness, you know everything about me from top to bottom and my love for you is so great that if I even thought for a moment that I wouldn't be there to guide you through this horrible thing called life, it made me mad at myself. There's only one mother. And I tried with all my might to be that great person for you, that you could look up to and that you could admire. Maybe I wasn't the best, but I tried harder than anyone in the world. I want to give you a good life. Even if I'm gone, I want you to love and live like no other. I want you to give someone your heart and wait for it to be crushed over and over again. There's nothing more that I want than for you to be happy. So, follow that part of your heart that holds your laughs and smiles. My baby. Forever I will think of you like that. Thank you for giving me the best years of my life. I LOVE you. So much, babe. It never ends. I'm not going to tell you not to be sad, because sadness is a part of life, so, let it wash over you but then remember that you can fight it over. My life was good. Oh, honey, you were so worth it. I won't let you forget it. I want you to know that just because the letter ends doesn't mean that I go with it. I'm here…and I send you a kiss.

Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, be good.

Signed with love,

Lorelai Victoria Gilmore

P.S. Don't stop believing.

She looked at the paper in front of her hands, wet spots all over it from her tears. She held it close to her heart, as if this would bring her closer to this wonderful woman. Maybe she could be as bitter as the next person, but she wasn't ready to give up on her mother or life.