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He sat with his back against the wall, tears streaming down his face for nearly half an hour. He breathed deeply and stood up. He took a deep breath in again before placing his hand on the door knob, and twisting it slightly. He let the breath out as he opened the door and was faced with what was once their bedroom.

He took a step in, his eyes slowly taking in every inch, noting anything and everything that was now missing from his life.

He looked first at the dresser, going through the mental list he had of the pictures that had been there. He mentally checked off one after another. 'She must not be done yet.' He thought as he walked to the dresser. He picked up a picture of her and Lorelai; they were at some sort of festival that her town had held. He loved hearing about her town, it was so eccentric, and she loved it so much. He set that one down and picked up the one of her dad and little sister.

"I don't have one picture of me with him." She said staring at the picture of her dad and little sister.

"I-" He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off.

"I don't really care though either. Is that bad?" She asked turning to look at him.

"He wasn't around Ace; you never got to know him."

"I wish there were more of me with Luke." She said simply before depositing the picture on the dresser and moving on her way.

He set the picture down in the same manner she had, with little care. He set it on the back of the dresser behind all of the other pictures. 'Damn her for having to document every aspect of our relationship, and damn her for leaving these here.' He cursed inwardly. He looked at the bookshelf next. He noticed right away that she had left many of her books behind, as much as he liked to read he did not own any Proust or Tolstoy. 'Why don't I'' He thought quickly, and realized that there were still two copies of Emma.

"You own a copy of Emma?" She asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"It's a classic!"

"Logan, you always complain about Jane Austen." She said holding it up.

"She's too popular for the wrong book. This is the only good one," He said, quickly snatching the book out of her hand. She giggled as he walked away.

On the top of the bookshelf sat her book list. There were probably one hundred titles on this list. He almost smiled to himself, thinking of her crazy list making, but remembered that this was the last list of hers he would ever come across. He wondered if he should pack up the stuff she had left behind for when Chris came. He decided against it realizing it made him seem almost okay with the whole moving out thing. He wondered when Christopher would come by and gather anything she had left. Logan was tempted to just lock him out and keep her stuff as though nothing had happened. He knew it wouldn't bring her back, well, it would, but she wouldn't be happy about it, and she wouldn't stay.

He looked around the room again seeing that very little was missing from it. He presumed she had probably run out of time and was worried about him coming home. God, he had really screwed this up. He took a deep breath in and walked over to the bed. He just stared at it, this had been the bed they shared for weeks, and he had loved sleeping next to her at night. He lay down on her side of the bed and let himself be surrounded in her scent. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, determined to memorize exactly the way she smelled in the mornings.

"Morning," she had said groggily as she stirred from sleep.

"Good morning Ace." He said leaning down to kiss her lightly on the forehead. She took a deep breath as she stretched and smiled as the smell of coffee reached her nose.

"You brought me coffee? Can I expect this every morning?" She asked with a grin.

"Only every morning you wake up in our bed in our apartment after our first night together." He said kissing her lips before handing her her coffee.

She smelled best in the mornings, in his opinion. He didn't know why he thought that, but he did. She was also most beautiful in the mornings.

"What are you staring at?" She asked coming out of the bathroom in nothing but her nightgown.

"You're beautiful." He said simply.

"In my wrinkled nightgown, wearing no make-up, my hair all over the place, and morning breath?" She asked skeptically.

"Well the terrible morning breath does not affect your appearance." He said with a grin.

"Terrible, huh? Well now you have to deal with it!" She said jumping into bed and straddling him.

They had done that often, he did it on purpose most of the time knowing where it would lead to. He was pretty sure that she knew that's why he was doing it, but she played along every time. He needed to get out of this room it was bringing back to many memories, but he was too tired to move. He closed his eyes letting himself soak up her essence.

"Oh. Good. You're home." His eyes popped open and he sat up. "We've talked about this Logan; you should call if you are going to be late." She joked.

He just followed her with his eyes as she walked out of the bathroom and to the living room. She came back within seconds with a box and went back to the bathroom with it. He got out of bed and followed her. She set the box down in the bathroom right outside the closet and began taking her clothes out of the box and hanging them up in the closet.

"You're awfully quiet." She said as she bent down again to grab a couple of shirts from the box and a couple of hangers next to the box.

"Wh…What are you doing?" He asked shakily.

"Hanging up my clothes. Honestly Logan, I know you aren't very domestic, but I would have guessed you knew this one." She said with a smile, before turning to hang up the shirts.

"Rory." He was so confused he was pleading with her now. She just faced him with a goofy grin on her face. "What's going on?"

"I couldn't do it."

"You couldn't do it?"

"Nope, I was all packed and ready to put everything into my car when I realized that I love you," she said as she bent down again.

"So…"

"Logan, we weren't actually dating. We had broken up, end of story." She said simply.

"You didn't think so before though." He wanted to make sure that this was what she really wanted.

"I will never be okay with the fact that you moved on so quickly, but you were under the impression we were done for good. You had never been in a relationship, and while that's really not an excuse, I realize you didn't think we might get back together."

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know you didn't, but you did." She said simply.

Logan was really confused now, she was acting as thought nothing had happened. And she was unpacking? That can't be right. 'She was furious with me.'

"You were furious with me. You said you hated me." She looked confused.

"No, I didn't." He wracked his brain quickly, no she never did actually say she hated him, it was the look that had said it.

"Oh, it was the look."

"What look?"

"Ah, nothing." He said as he felt his stomach tighten as the image of her face flashed in his mind. She looked at him curiously.

"Are you okay? Are you still sick from that shrimp?" She asked concerned.

"Um, my stomach is still a little upset, but I am feeling much better. Finn's quite the nurse." He grinned.

"I'm not moving out Logan." She said with finality.

"I don't want you to." He said softly.

"Well, then it's settled." She said with a smile.

"That's it, we are just okay?" He asked trying to be sure.

"I'm still hurt Logan. I don't trust you completely anymore, but Logan, I love you and I think it would be a mistake for me to move out. We can make this work I know that."

"We can make this work." He agreed with a slight smile.

"Now go down to my car and grab a box." She smirked.

He opened his eyes and noticed the clock, 9:00pm. He must have fallen asleep helping her move back in. He sat up, he noticed immediately he was on her side of the bed. He looked to his side for her, and then the rest of the room, she wasn't there. He looked around the room, a few of her pictures and books were still there.

"Rory?" He called into the darkness. He got up and walked to the bathroom, after he did his business he went to the closet. There were some of her clothes, but he remembered her hanging up more. He began to panic and looked around the room for any sign of her. He noticed the box that had been near the bathroom when he originally walked in the room was still there. It was still full. "RORY?" He yelled now and still no answer. He walked briskly out of the room and into the living room; there was her box on the floor, still filled with her DVDs. Her photos were still gone, it still looked as if she had moved out.

"RORY!" He screamed now. He waited, but still got no answer. And as the realization hit, his world came tumbling down one more time.

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Hopefully, you cam o the same realization Logan did, if not, that's bad news for you! You'll find out next time! Too many people had this figured out right away, so I had to change the entire outcome.

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