Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't sue me.

Spoilers: Up to 6.18

A/N: Been itching to write this, finally had time. This is my second fic for this fandom and my first Lit fic ever. Rory PoV, RoryJess, RoryLogan. Read, enjoy, let me know what you think.

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For the first time, Rory's the one who walks away.

On foot in front of the other, left right left, deep breathes that catch in her throat as she struggles to compose herself.

Her lips burn almost as badly as her eyes and she wonders why she ever let him believe she had fixed things. She can still feel him staring at her and she feels the weight of every stupid thing she's ever done, starting with running away at Sookie's wedding and moving all the way up to going back with Logan.

One hand on the doorknob and she thinks for half second that maybe it isn't too late.

In that moment there is still time, time to turn and stride back to him, time to clasp his hands and dry her eyes and tell him everything there ever was to tell.

In that moment she can walk back and fix something, however small, and tell him that she lied when she told him she'd move on all those years ago. She'll confess that he got under her skin when he said 'I love you' and that a part of her regrets not running away with him when he asked. 'It could have saved me.' She'll say, because going with him would have meant no Dean and no Dean would have led to No Logan, no missing semester from Yale, no secrets and silences between her and her mother.

She can tell him that she owes him everything at the moment, owes him for getting her life back together despite that one small snare—the Huntzburger factor that's almost as persistent as he was the summer before Yale.

In that moment she can tell Jess that she sometimes she only loves Logan as much as she hates him. She can look him in the eye and tell him how even after all these years there is a part of her that never really wanted to give up on him. And maybe, just maybe, a part that never did.

But the knob turns and she says nothing, the moment is over and she walks, one foot in front of the other until she's out on the porch and then once more, left right left, until she's sitting in her car, key in the ignition, then she's pulling out of the parking lot, without the smallest glance in her rear view mirror.

The weight on her shoulders is just a little bit heavier now then is was inside and by the time she's back home (a term she uses lightly in her own mind in regards to the apartment) it's nearly tripled.

For the first time Rory's the one who walked away and there, sitting on the bed she shares with Logan, sobbing without the slightest pretense of control, she can't help but wonder if perhaps she hasn't walked away from the wrong person.

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