A/N: Okay so you guys are really special since i'm updating the very next day! Thanks for all the great reviews so far, it's very much appreciated. Keep it up, because reviews are a girls bestfriend. Or mine at the very least. I should have tied this chapter in with Chapter 1 I realized after I wrote it, so consider it a part 2.

Disclaimer: If I owned Gilmore Girls do you really think Lorelai would've ended up in bed with Chris again?

A little ways down the road Luke Danes was waking with the same pit of anger, regret, and sadness in the pit of his stomach. The alarm going off in his room this morning didn't annoy him today. The shrill constant beeping that usually gave him the desire to punch something, just seemed fitting. He deserved it. His life seemed to be a time bomb. Or at the very least a good example of equal and opposite reactions. Everytime Luke had something good in life, it was taken away; his parents, RAchel, his baseball dreams, and now Lorelai. Luke's whole life had been filled with despair since he had lost his mother. Luke didn't find happiness very often in life and when he did he was hesitant about it. Luke didn't very much like being around happiness either; town meetings, townspeople, town festivals, and all the other 'to kill a mockingbird' things about Stars Hollow, as Jess refered to them as. It wasn't that Luke didn't want to be happy, or want others to be happy. He just always felt like he was on the outside of it, left somewhere behind. Everyone else went on being happy without him, making no effort to include him. To the town he was still grumpy boy Butch Danes that had lost both his parents. Time didn't change in Stars Hollow. So happiness just continued on without him, and he hid behind the diner doors, clinging to routine. That is until one day a very bosterous Lorelai Gilmore came waltzing in for coffee. Everything about Lorelai screamed happiness, innocence and simplicity. He never understood why, since she got pregnant at 16, but she just seemed to remind him of those things. Her chocolate brown hair always bounced and curled as if her joy electrified it. Her crystal blue eyes always had a certain sparkle behind them. As if she held the secret to life, some secret happiness and joy. Luke linked Lorelai's eyes and the Mona Lisa's smile as one in the same. Joy just radiated off of Lorelai. And Luke found himself getting caught up in it. Luke was not excluded from Lorelai's joy. she was the one person in town that tried to help him find the happy in life. She'd drag him to festivals, picnic basket biddings, all of Rory's birthdays. Her joy seemed determined to attatch itself to Luke. And it had succeeded. He hadn't always loved her. She used to be just another townsperson, and a highly annoying one at that. But somewhere between, "Hey Duke!", and now he had fallen in love with that brown hair, blue-eyed coffee addict.
As Luke dragged his feet out of bed and towards the mirror on his dresser he had thought about Lorelai's ultimatum last night. She was being crazy, unsympathetic, and impatient. Maybe this town was starting to wear off on her afterall. He'd always thought she was better than this. She was a mom, she knew the responsibility that came with having a kid. You had to put them before yourself, their happiness in front of yours. And he was just getting to know April. He just needed time. Why couldn't she just give him that one little thing? He wasn't calling it off. He wanted to marry Lorelai. But none of that mattered, she had been more than clear; it was over. over. It seemed so final, so sudden. Cold. Unfriendly. None of those things were words he attatched with Lorelai. But that's what over was. After all this time, Luke had lost Lorelai. It really seemed to be for good this time too. He instinctively reached for his wallet on the dresser and took the notorious horoscope out of it. He went to rip it in a million peices and throw it in the garbage, but something wouldn't let him. Just like the day Lorelai gave it to him, he slipped it back into his wallet. He felt he had to do it then, and he felt the same thing now. He looked in the mirror and said to himself, "What the hell did you do Luke Danes," as regret started slowly diffusing from his stomach to his heart. He was right, in Stars Hollow, time doesn't change.

A/N 2: For some odd reason this chapter took me like 5 trys to put on the actual story, so i'm sorry for anyone who may have it on alert that recieved duplicate e-mails. I'm not very computer savy. In my personal opinion this chapter is 1000x better than chapter 1. But feel free to disagree. Love it? Hate it? I don't care, but let me know. The review button is calling your name! Thanks to everyone who does take the time to review.