A/N Okay okay I realize the ending was alot rushed.I dunno.but here is a an alternate ending for you guys who are angst freaks (thats me xD) and hate happy endings.Well this came alooooong time after i finished the story but i was just rereading and I dont like the ending.Sooo you can stick with the happy ending or read this.Or just read this because.It starts the same with a few very minor adjustments but the ending is different.Read.
Disclaimer.Not.Mine.
The casket was being lowered.The smooth golden brown wood,seemed to beautiful a thing to represent such a terrible event.The sky was a bright blue,the sun shining brightly.A soft wind rustled slowly,only stirring a few leaves.In the middle of the graveyard stood a small group of people,all in black,all in tears.Not a face was dry.The voice reminiscing upon the life of a great man droned on,the tone perfectly matched to the occasion.Abrunette haired woman with a haunted appearance stood at the side of the grave.Her mouth was moving but no sounds could be heard.Her eyes brimmed with tears that spilled over onto her cheeks,streaming off her face and dropping to the soil.Her dress fluttered softly in the breeze,she paid it no mind.
When the service was over ,the group headed slowly to their cars.The brunette woman stayed staring at the grave.Her blue eyes would not leave the headstone,even at the request of the preacher.She sat on the fresh dirt,her dress getting dirty.A sound of utter misery echoed around the area.Her hands found their ways around her knees and she rocked slowly,rythemically.The sound of a door slamming could be heard and the womans head shot up.
"Mom !" a young woman called.The girl ran to her side and hugged her tightly.The older woman sat still.
"Rory..hes gone...hes gone...hes gone." she spoke desperately,her voice cracking.
"Shh.." Rory said softly,rubbing her mothers arms and trying to be strong.
Later that night back at the Gilmore household Lorelai sat on the couch not moving.Her feet were twisted Indian style.The tv was a blank blue screen,a movie having long left the screen.Rory sat in the kitchen,watching her mother.Rory was crying,after all Luke did for them,he was punished like that.Luke was like a father figure,he knew how to comfort her and he knew when something was wrong in the first place.But Rory knew it hit her mother harder.Luke was her mothers friend for 8 years and her boyfriend for a bit of time.Rory knew her mother loved Luke with all her heart.Lorelai stirred from her trance to shift on the couch,but was then still again.The night was still and lonely.The soft rythem of rain echoed upon the roof,the perfect sound to end a terrible day.Soothing but haunting.Utterly haunting.
Lorelai fell asleep on the couch that night.She never really noticed.When she woke up Lorelai did not think she would even be able to get up.When she finally did a wave of nausea rocked through her.She slunk back to the couch a new wave of tears flowing freely down her cheeks.She threw a pillow across the room and bit her lip to keep from screaming.Rory crept into the living room from the kitchen.She saw her mom crying and it brought tears to her own eyes.Not a word was spoken as Rory sat down on the couch next to her mother.She leaned into her and closed her eyes.
The town missed Luke and the diner.Everyone was quiet,even the infamous Ms.Patty.A blanket of gloom hung over the small town.The diner was bare,the closed sign stuck upon the door.No one looked anyone in the eye and when they did,a sorrow was evident.Lorelai and Rory walked down the street purposefully avoiding looking at the diner.They couldnt.
It hurt,she could feel it,the ache in her chest, her heart being wrenched every time she took a breath.She did not want to live if he was gone,how could she ? How could she ? She wanted to scream the question,wanted it to be a dream,wanted to die.But Rory was here,she needed her,and Lorelai needed her too.The days wore on and the pain got lighter each day,but still pressed so hard against her shoulders it hurt to breath.She knew it would never ever go away,she knew she would never forget him,never stop dreaming about what it was like,the love she had.No-one else was out there for her,he was it.He was always it.But she could never be with anyone else,he had come into her life,and left a permanent mark,one that would never go away.And she would never want it to.
She sat in her living room one night a while after his death,a picture of Luke laying upon her lap,her fingers gently tracing his outline.She could not tear her eyes from the picture,exploring every detail and storing it to memory.The picture was candid,Lorelai had taken it one day while watching him play softball.He had just gotten done and was walking toward his truck,bat resting on his shoulder.For some reason he and stopped and turned to look at Lorelai with a smile,and she had snapped the picture.Her heart wrenched just thinking about it,she missed him.She missed him so bad it hurt,physically hurt.Her gaze went to the window as the wind whistled past.And she swore,she swore she could almost hear him say he loved her.She swore his voice carried on with the wind,a slow smile left her lips,and although she knew the pain would never fully leave,she knew he would never fully leave her either.
A/N The total end.