I love you for reviewing! You're all starting to slack though, this has been finished for a week, but because you are too lazy to review, I'm too lazy to post! Mwahahaha!

Well now it's been finished for almost two, stupid site not letting me upload!

It's kind of detailed at first, but there's a reason for it I promise, I'd read it if I were you! I love it, but I'm biased.

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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, as if she had really 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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Logan opens his eyes once again, lying on what was once Rory's side of the bed. Looking at the clock he realizes that one of his classes started twenty-two minutes ago. He trudges to the bathroom and does his business.

He walks sleepily, eyes half closed, into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. He hopes he has cereal, she may have taken it when she left. He hates cereal, she loves it. He drags himself over to the cupboards and finds that she did leave the cereal.

He pulls out both the Cap'n Crunch and the Corn Pops and set them on the counter before walking to the fridge. He grabs the milk and on his way back to his cereal, grabs a bowl and a spoon. He does this as though its routine and he supposes maybe this will be the routine from now on. Him eating a breakfast he hates, just because it reminds him of her. He pours the Cap'n Crunch in first, just like she did, then he adds the Pops. This is one of her favorite combos.

Once he's added the milk he takes the bowl over to the couch, his eyes avoiding the places where her stuff once lay. He sets his bowl on the coffee table, and picks up the remote before plopping on the couch. He looks over at the clock it's 9:33am. He flips on the TV and settles on a morning talk show. It's an older man and a younger woman. Logan is sucked in because the woman is kind of hot. He sets the remote down and picks up his cereal.

He watches the show the whole time he is eating his cereal that he hates. When he's done with the cereal he brings it back into the kitchen, and deposits it in the sink. He walks slowly to the office and checks his email. His 11am is cancelled, although he wasn't going to go anyway. He hears his cell phone ringing in the living room, but ignores it. He is not in the mood to deal with Finn's complaints about classes being early.

The phone in the apartment rings, it's Colin. "Hey man, just checking in, haven't heard from you for a while. Let me know you're still alive, give me a call back." Logan just sits in his chair watching his computer screen go black. He isn't in the mood to hear the pings and dings assault his ears with each new email and IM that is received.

He slowly gets up and saunters to the bathroom, his eyes still mostly closed from sleep. He's been up for almost an hour, he shouldn't still be this tired, but he is emotionally exhausted. Once in the bathroom he turns on the shower, and walks to the linen closet. He pulls out a big white monogrammed towel, and notices that her monogrammed towel is gone. He closes his eyes quickly and tries to avoid thinking about it. He grabs a bottle of shampoo, as he remembers the other is almost empty.

He undresses slowly and steps into the shower. He stands there completely still for almost five minutes. His day seems off, he can't figure it out, but something isn't right. He guesses that it is just because of this new routine he has. He remembers the dream he had last night and how real it all had seemed.

He closes his eyes and lets the water run across his face. He regrets it almost immediately as flashes of his relationship fly through his mind. He knows he should just open his eyes, or think of something else, but he so badly wants to look at her. As the memories subside, he sees her face; he sees just about every expression she has ever made. It all ends as his eyes fly open as the look she gave him at Honor's wedding shows up. His stomach turns and he steps out of the shower. He makes it to the toilet; he never could bring himself to just throw up in the shower.

He steps back into the shower once he's finished. The bitter taste of vomit is left in his mouth, and he hates it, but he's getting used to it. He stands there for what feels like another ten minutes before he wipes off the glass door and makes out the time on the clock. He's been in the shower for almost an half an hour, but still he makes no move to actually wash himself. He lets the water run over him for a few more minutes, while he thinks about his failed relationship.

He finally gets around to washing his hair and body. He finishes up and steps out. He is thankful that this apartment building doesn't run out of hot water, he's sure it would have a half an hour ago. He towels off and wraps the towel around his waist and walks back into the bedroom. He opens his top drawer and pulls out a pair of boxers.

He shuts the top drawer and notices the picture of Rory and Lorelai at a town festival. He stares at it for almost a minute. He hears a door close suddenly and it gives him false hope, but he comes to his senses quickly.

He wishes the walls were thicker; he can always hear when the neighbors close their doors. He's sure they wish the same thing; Finn is not a quiet man when drunk. He smirks a little at the thought of a drunken Finn. Finn's amusing enough when he's sober; when he's drunk he's just hilarious.

His smile quickly fades as he remembers his current situation. She left him, she actually left him, he's suddenly almost angry. He wants to hate her for doing this to him. He wants to hate her for invading his life and making him fall in love. He wants to hate her for haunting his dreams. And he wants to hate her for making him feel this way. But he knows he can't, this is his fault, he's knows that. She overreacted a little, yes, but he is the one that fucked it up.

He's angry with himself, he's starting to hate himself for doing this to her. He can only imagine how much she must hate him too. He lets out a frustrated growl. He opens another dresser drawer and pulls out a plain white undershirt and throws it on, he slams the drawer shut before walking into the bathroom and to the closet.

He throws open the doors and walks in. He stops, his breath caught in his chest.

"Hey, you okay? I heard you growl at something." He's almost embarrassed to have been caught, but he's pretty sure his heart just stopped.

"Rory," he barely breathes it out. He's at her side in a minute taking her into a tight embrace. He rests his forehead on her shoulder and she buries hers in the crook of his neck, unsure of what made this happen.

"Hey, what's going on?" she asks softly against his neck.

"I..I...I knew it wasn't right."

"Knew what wasn't right?" She questioned. She was pretty sure she felt her shirt getting a little damp. "Logan?"

"I thought it was my imagination."

"What?" He pulled back from the hug and she noticed he was in fact crying. She had never seen him cry before, ever.

"I thought that it was all my imagination. I dreamed last night that you didn't really come back to me, that it was a dream. And then I heard you come in but thought it was the neighbors. But, but then I came in here and your clothes." He said pointing haphazardly towards her side of the closet.

"Yeah, they're all here where they belong." She smiled lopsidedly.

"God, I missed you this morning. You know you could have prevented this, had you just woken up with me." He grinned.

"Yes, but then I wouldn't have made it to class. Which, by the way I am assuming you didn't go to, as you have a class right now."

"It got cancelled, but my 9am starts too early in the morning." He grinned.

"Hey, I called your cell earlier, why didn't you answer." He looked slightly embarrassed.

"I wasn't in the mood to talk to Finn, who calls every Monday at that time to complain about class. I had no idea it was you."

"I wanted to see if you wanted me to bring you back some coffee. Speaking of by the way, wasn't that a clue? Shouldn't it have tipped you off that I hadn't left for good?"

"Shouldn't what have been a clue?"

"I unpacked the coffeemaker this morning. It's on the counter." He looked confused, so did she.

He walked out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and over to the kitchen. Sure enough, on the counter, to the right of the refrigerator, sat the coffeemaker, the one she had stolen the day before. He chuckled.

"I was avoiding looking at the places that held anything that reminded me of you. However, I am pretty sure I saw that this morning and just didn't connect it." He smiled, genuinely happy.

"Hey, you took a shower, what about my bath towel?"

"It wasn't there." He said confused.

"I know. It was hanging on the hook on the door."

"So apparently my whole morning mope and freak out could have been avoided?" He asked sheepishly.

"Well, babe, I hate to say it, but yes." He just shook his head. "You are such a drama queen sometimes"

He just shook his head and she giggled happily back. His face quickly turned serious, and her giggles stopped.

"Rory?" He began hesitantly, her interest piqued as he used her name. "We need to talk about this still." She cocked her head to the side and smiled.

"Logan, we've talked about this, and I know it wasn't a super long talk, but it was effective. We were broken up, it still hurt, but I know that it would never have happened, had we not been broken up."

"But I hurt you."

"Yes, and you'll make that up to me." Her eyes brightened and her smile got bigger. "But I know you never meant to and that you won't again, at least not in that way."

"Hey, thanks for the faith in me." He joked.

To an onlooker, this would not have seemed like a serious conversation. They way the two joked back and forth would signal a playful light, mood. The mood was anything but. The two, however, were covering major ground in this discussion. It went on for about twenty minutes, him trying to get her to blame him, and her trying not to.

"You are infuriating!" She yelled.

"Why?" He was practically yelling now too.

"Just accept that I don't blame you damnit!" She shrieked.

"I can't! I hurt you Rory!" He bellowed.

"Oh for the love- I am telling we are past this. Move on!" She growled.

"I want to make it up to you! Why won't you let me?"

"Oh this is getting ridiculous. Are we really arguing about this?" She asked exasperated.

"We wouldn't be if you'd just let me-" She cut him off when her lips came crashing down on his. It didn't take him long to react, he was kissing her back in no time.

One of his hands reached up to her hair and tangled itself there. The other slid down to her hip, pulling her closer. Her hands moved to his face pulling it closer to hers.

They both knew this wasn't a cure-all, but they were on their way back. She knew that he would be plagued by guilt for months to come, and that she would be haunted by doubt. She also knew that right now he just needed to feel her as much as she needed to feel him.

As his hand slid further up her torso any coherent thought she had was replaced with anticipation of what was to come.

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I'm thinking possibly one more chapter, but I was kind of disappointed with the number of hits on chapter three, so this one will decide it. I have most of it written so if you want it let me know. You'll find out why everything is so detailed in the beginning in the next chapter should there be one.

The last chapter would be just about life after this, and whether or not it's actually going to workout between them. Is the trust still there?

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-JJ