This update was pretty fast, as the next few chapters might be because I wrote a lot of them before I posted chapter one (at least parts of them), some of them even before the finale aired. After chapter 4 or so, they may slow down. Be waned. ;) Thanks so much for all the reviews on part one! And since someone asked, I should add that the rating is for later chapters.
"Mom!" Rory's voice began on the answering machine. "Mom, I've been calling you. I've left you like twenty voicemails. Okay, three. But still, that's unusual for you to miss that many of my calls and ignore that many of my messages. And then today I called Luke's, looking for you, and I'm not sure I really felt good about the vague, distant answers he gave me about where you might be. Call me, okay?"
"Lorelai, it's Sookie. I know you said you wouldn't be in for a few days, but I was just wondering how many days a 'few' is? Because I'd kind of like to know when you're coming back. Any kind of timeframe would help. I hope everything's okay, Hon. Hope you're feeling better, is it the flu? Because that's been going around lately. Okay, feel better!"
"Mom, it's me again. Look, I just called Dad, and when I said I hadn't heard from you in a few days he got weird, too. Not as weird as Luke, but still. What happened? Something happened, didn't it? If Luke's being weird and Dad's being weird, and you're being weird… that's not a good combination, given the relationship between Dad and Luke. I'm going to come home today if I don't hear from you."
"Lor, it's me. Look, I know things ended badly last week, but I thought we could talk. I just talked to Rory today and she's worried about you, and I'm worried about you if she has reason to be worried about you, and I don't want to have this lingering between us forever. Please just call me and let's try and clear the air? I hope you're okay. Talk to you later."
"Hello, this message is for Lorelai Gilmore. Lorelai, this is Lisa at Marie's Bakery in New Haven. We had an order for a wedding cake placed a few months ago, for a wedding on June 3. I haven't heard anything from you about the status of your order, and whether or not you're still interested in having this cake for your wedding on June 3. If you are, we need to confirm with you and get a down payment. Thanks."
Lorelai deleted each of the messages from the machine and headed back to the couch without the phone, having no intention to return any of the calls.
She'd been sleeping on the couch for three days now.
She couldn't sleep in her bed… in their bed.
For all her life that she'd lived in this house she had never let any man, with the exception of Max for that one night, sleep in her bed. She'd let Luke sleep in the bed many, many nights. She'd let Luke do much more than simply sleep in that bed, many, many times. And then she'd gone so far as to get a new bed, and remodel the bedroom, with Luke, to make it theirs…
And then this happened.
Now, she couldn't face the bedroom or the bed. And she couldn't help but think that this was exactly why she never allowed men to sleep in her bed.
She knew Rory would be there soon. She could tell that she was sufficiently freaking Rory out by not calling her back, but she just couldn't do it. She couldn't tell Rory what she'd done. She couldn't tell Rory that she'd ruined everything with Luke, again, and that she'd done it by sleeping with Christopher, which would prove Rory's theory from nearly two years ago right: that she always messed things up by going back to Christopher.
Why did she do that, anyway? What was it about Christopher that kept her going back? She honestly had no idea. She'd always thought that Rory's accusation that she let things get messed up when Christopher around was crazy, especially after she was with Luke. But it was true. She let things get messed up because of Christopher, and she didn't understand why. She loved Luke, more than she could put into words. She loved Luke just as much as she loved Rory, which was an incredible feat, for him to be that important to her.
So why did she always mess things up by going to Christopher?
She couldn't even understand why she did it. Because she'd wanted to hurt Luke? Because she knew she could sleep with Christopher and then easily disconnect herself from him again, no strings attached? Because he just happened to be the one she went to at a time when she wasn't thinking straight? But why had she gone to him?
Because Rory was busy with Logan, and she had already worn out her welcome at Sookie's place? Because her parents were her parents, and the one she'd always go to before Christopher had let her walk away from him without so much as calling after her?
It must have been a combination of all of those things. But now she couldn't remember why she had even thought going to Christopher that night was a good idea in the first place.
She'd always wanted so badly to keep Christopher as a part of her life, as a friend. She'd tried so hard to make Luke understand that Christopher would always be a part of her life because of Rory. And she knew that he could understand that now, now that he had April and Anna. Christopher, for many years, had been her only bright spot at fancy Christmas parties and big, formal dinners. He'd been the only one who had allowed her to be her for so many years. She found it hard to cut that guy out of her life. But she didn't want to be with him. When he'd interfered during the vow renewal, she'd had no problem cutting him out of her life for that year, until his phone call, because he'd hurt her, and Luke, too much. And Luke came before Christopher, always.
She'd told Luke she could cut him out, if that's what it would take to make their relationship work. And then she'd done this. How could she have stood there, telling Luke she'd cut Christopher out of her life for him one year and then the next year, sleep with him the same night she broke up with Luke?
She didn't even understand herself.
She heard the door open, and realized Rory was home. "Mom?"
"On the couch," Lorelai replied. Rory came into the living room and stopped in her tracks as she noticed the mess of take out containers and junk food spewed all around.
"Uh oh," Rory said, worried. "I knew something bad had happened. What happened?"
"Long story short, I'm a bitch, Luke hates me, I hate myself."
"Okay. Short story long?"
"Luke and I broke up. Again. Is that getting old to you? Because it is for me."
"You and Luke broke up? Why? How?"
"I went psycho crazy, Rory. I really and truly went crazy."
"When?"
"Wow: what, why, how and when all in the space of thirty seconds. You really are becoming a journalist."
"When did this happen, Mom?" Rory asked again, ignoring Lorelai's comment and attempt at acting fine and moving aside an empty Chinese take-out container so she could sit down on the table in front of her mother.
"Friday, after dinner."
"After I left?" Lorelai nodded. "Okay, I'm following so far. Keep talking."
"Mom invited this psychiatrist to dinner, trying to set her up with your dad. Well after dinner she was blocking my car in, so I started talking to her, and suddenly I was spilling everything about Luke and me. She kind of freaked me out, telling me I didn't really have Luke and that only I had the power to make things happen. So I went to Luke and instead of just talking to him like I think she probably meant, I told him I wanted to elope. And not only elope, but I told him I wasn't going to wait anymore and that we had to elope right then or never. Guess what he chose?"
"Never?" Rory guessed.
"Yes. Well, actually, he didn't exactly say never, but he also wasn't about to elope right then with a version of his fiancée that seemed to have escaped from a mental institution. I got mad, I walked off, and he didn't come after me."
"Oh, Mom, you two can totally fix this, he didn't really mean never, you know that, and--"
"No, no. Not over yet."
"Oh."
"So I was really, really upset, and I needed to go somewhere and talk to someone. You were with Logan, and I'd already worn out my welcome at Sookie's, and I was really putting her and Jackson out by being there that one night anyway. My parents are, well, they're Emily and Richard. So I found myself going to Boston."
"Oh no," Rory realized. "Mom…"
"Oh yes, that's right, the wonderful person that I am, I went right to Christopher. He'd just been at dinner so I guess I had him in my head."
"I'm sure Luke didn't like that."
"No. And you know what else Luke didn't like? Me having sex with Christopher."
Rory's jaw dropped. "Mom!" she exclaimed in shock, and Lorelai wasn't sure if it was from the bluntness of her statement or the shock of what she had done. "Are you serious? You and Dad…"
Lorelai nodded. "Oh yes. I'm serious, unfortunately. So there you have it. Short story long."
Rory sat there, stunned into silence for a long moment. "I can't believe it."
"I can't either. I'm such a hypocrite. When I came down so hard on you after the whole Dean fiasco, when I judged Logan for what he did to you? I'm no better."
"What does this..." Rory paused, unsure of how to continue. "What does theis mean? You and Dad?"
"Oh, God, Rory, it meant nothing," Lorelai quickly told her. "I'm sorry if you still have some dream about me and your dad being together, but it was a mistake, it was me not thinking straight, it meant nothing. I love Luke, this was all just me being... well, me."
Rory nodded. "I thought so. That it was a mistake."
"You have to believe me when I say that I love Luke and this meant nothing," Lorelai pleaded.
"I do," Rory assured her quickly. "Of course I do. I know how much Luke means to you."
Lorelai nodded. "Okay. At least someone does."
"So I take it Luke knows about you and Dad?"
"I told him," Lorelai admitted. "The next morning he was here waiting for me, worried about where I'd been, apologetic and wanting to fix things. So I had to tell him."
"Oh man," Rory said. "He must have been crushed, I mean…" she trailed off, realizing what she was saying. "Sorry."
"No, that's okay. You're right. He was crushed. I've never seen the man look so hurt in his life, and it was because of me, Rory. Me."
"You didn't mean to hurt him," Rory understood. "I know that."
"But it doesn't change the fact that I did. He's my best friend. And do you know that he's actually called me his best friend before? Seriously referred to me as his best friend, and not just in that 'She's my best friend because I'm dating her and sleeping with her' kind of way. This isn't what you do to your best friend and someone who thinks of you as his best friend. God, I just feel so horrible and guilty and… dirty."
"I don't know what to do for you," Rory admitted, gently moving over to the couch to stroke Lorelai's hair. "I know you're feeling awful, but I don't know what to say to make it better."
"You can't make it better," Lorelai told her. "It's just going to suck for a long time."
"It'll get better."
"All he did was love me. He was so hurt because of me, and why? Because he loved me. He loved me and it got him hurt. How is that fair?"
"It's not," Rory admitted. "I know how he's feeling right now, because of everything with Logan…" she trailed off, and Lorelai grimaced knowing her daughter had recently been hurt by someone doing the same thing she'd just done. "But I also know how sorry Logan was for what he did, so I know how you're feeling too."
"I officially give up," Lorelai said. "With relationships. If I failed with Luke, it's just not in the cards for me."
"Don't say that. That's a sad thought."
"Well, I don't want anyone else but Luke. I'm thirty-eight years old, Rory, and I'm still in love with Luke, and I always will be. Even if somehow I managed to move on, by then I'll probably be in the middle of a mid-life crisis and the chance for more kids and a family will be long gone. So I'm just giving up now, sparing myself the pain of getting my hopes up for all of that again. And besides, I really don't think that there'd ever be anyone who I could see myself with after Luke."
"Maybe there's still a chance for Luke," Rory said with a shrug.
"No way. Did you not hear what I did? Do you not know who Luke and Christopher are and how they feel about each other?"
"Oh Mom," Rory said sadly, giving Lorelai a hug. "Life just sucks sometimes."
"You said it, Kid."
After a few days had passed, Lorelai managed to move back upstairs to the bedroom, reminding herself that Luke hadn't slept in that bed with her for a long time, even before the engagement had broken. That this was the same house that she'd lived in since Rory was eleven, and she wasn't going to be scared out of a bedroom because of Luke.
That still didn't stop her from crying herself to sleep the first two nights she slept in the bed.
She couldn't help but look around the room and think that the fact that Luke hadn't been sharing her bed for a long time didn't comfort her, in fact, that was the problem. During the remodel they had spent so many nights together, and they decorated the bedroom together, for them. And now it was just her in a room that should be filled with Luke's things and Luke's presence, in a bed that was always intended to be half Luke's, from the moment they bought it.
And the fact that Luke wasn't here, that this wasn't their bedroom, was all her fault, she noted.
After the first two nights of crying herself to sleep, she turned to a routine of being unable to fall asleep, which lasted about four days, and after that phase she turned to a routine of tossing and turning all night long once she did fall asleep, which was scheduled to last indefinitely.
She couldn't remember the last time she actually slept, she couldn't remember a time when she didn't dread going to bed. She used to look forward to sleeping.
After her visit with Rory, she had summoned up the courage to call Sookie and tell her what had happened, and Sookie had quickly told her to take as much time off as she needed. Then she managed to call Marie's Bakery, and when Lisa answered the phone, instead of just telling her she didn't need the cake for June 3rd, she felt the need to tell her there was no wedding on June 3rd, at all, anymore, which made Lorelai start crying and Lisa awkwardly told this stranger she had never met that everything would be okay.
But everything wouldn't be okay. Lorelai know that.
At first she had looked so forward to June 3rd, when she thought it was the day that she was going to marry Luke. Then when the wedding was postponed, she dreaded the day. Now she kicked herself for being so whiny about a stupid postponed wedding, because at least there still was a wedding. Now she had nothing.
There was one call she hadn't returned from the endless messages she had acquired while she was in depression, and she wasn't sure if she could bring herself to return it. What would she say to Christopher? Could she really bring herself to talk about that night, that night again? With him? And besides that, she didn't know what she was going to say about it, or how she would get through the conversation without breaking down. For god's sake, she broke down talking to Lisa at Marie's Bakery.
And a part of her knew she wasn't returning that call because she felt like that would be betraying Luke. Ironic, really, for her to feel that way about calling Christopher back after she'd already slept with him, which was a little worse. But she couldn't do it, she just couldn't pick up the phone.
So she shouldn't have been surprised when Christopher showed up at the inn the Thursday before Memorial Day.
"Lorelai, someone is here to see you," Michel informed Lorelai, poking his head into her office.
"Really? Who?" she asked with a frown. She didn't have many people coming to see her lately, unless it was Rory, and Rory was currently in the middle of a summer school class.
"Do you really expect me to remember all the men who come in and out of your life?" Michel asked. "However, I can confirm this one has been here before."
Lorelai sighed and got up, deciding to stop playing games with Michel. She stepped out into the lobby and stopped in her tracks when she saw Christopher standing there.
"Chris? What–"
"You haven't returned my calls," he explained quickly. "Rory said you were okay, but I was worried about you, especially after…" he trailed off. "And I was worried about us, I don't want you to never talk to me again because of that night."
"I'm sorry I didn't call you back," Lorelai admitted. "But I just couldn't. It was too hard. It's too hard for me to think about what I did, let alone talk about it. With you."
He nodded. "We don't have to talk about that night, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"You want to come into my office?" Lorelai asked knowing Sookie and Michel were probably lurking near by. "We can talk."
Chris nodded and followed her into her office, where she closed the door securely behind them. He stood awkwardly, and she stood with her arms crossed, nervously waiting for him to say something.
"You were right about that night," he said, apparently forgetting his promise that they didn't have to talk about that night. "I shouldn't have let it happen."
"No. It wasn't fair of me to blame it on you," she commented. "It was my choice. It was my choice, and you went along with it, and that's not your fault. I was just so upset, so angry with myself for that night I was desperate to blame anyone but myself."
"If I had known you'd regret it so much, I definitely wouldn't have let it happen," he added.
"How could you have thought I wouldn't regret it?" she countered. "I had just broken up with my fiancé of a year. The guy I'd been with for two years. When am I ever with anyone that long? We were never even together that long. You know that's huge for me. I'd just broken up with this guy, with Luke. Luke is in his own special category in my head. Of course I was going to regret that night."
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I guess it was because you had just broken up with Luke. I thought that maybe… I don't know, that maybe the reason you decided to come to me of all people right after you broke up with Luke was because you really wanted to be with me and Luke didn't really matter, that you were ready to move on right away because you really wanted me or something stupid like that."
"Oh God," Lorelai said, feeling the familiar tears in her eyes again. "I'm sure that's what he thinks, too," she realized. "But Chris, that's not true. Luke does matter. He matters a lot."
"Yeah, I'm getting that," Chris tried to crack a joke. "Loud and clear."
"Do you still…" she began awkwardly. "Do you still want to be with me?" she questioned.
Christopher looked down at his feet and sighed. "Lorelai, who wouldn't?"
"We're not on the same page anymore, then," she realized. "That's our problem."
"You don't… with me?"
"I'm in love with Luke."
"But you and Luke broke up," Christopher reminded her gently. "I know it still hurts now, but what about one day, when all this pain has gone away? Wouldn't you consider being with me then? Giving us another try?"
"No," she said simply. "Because I know it wouldn't be what I'm looking for. Luke was it and I know that. Even if it's over already, even if I've lost him for good, that was the one I was supposed to be with. There's no point in trying again and considering other people, you or anyone else, when I'm always going to love him the most. I would never be able to think of another relationship as the relationship, you know?"
Christopher shrugged. "Not really."
"If you and I were meant to be, it would have happened a long time ago."
"Things got in the way," he protested. "We never had a chance to try."
"We did," she said. "We had a million and one chances to try. But we blew them off, or we decided not to, and that tells me all I need to know."
"So you'd really never consider us again?"
"The last time I considered being with you was… Sherry."
"Right."
"Ever since then I haven't considered it. I just moved on from that like I've moved on from every other relationship I've had that's failed. The loss of our relationship didn't hurt me any more than any of the other relationships I'd lost."
"Except for Luke," Chris noted knowingly.
She nodded sadly. "Except for Luke." She paused. "I know you don't get it. I know you think we belong together. But Luke is my best friend in the entire world and I would do anything to fix things with him, even if it's just so we're friends again. I will always love him, Chris. I know that. It's a feeling I've never had with anyone before, and that's why I know it's true. I will love him until the day I die, even if I never talk to him again in my life."
"Lorelai--"
"And I know that you're probably going to say the same thing about me. And I'm sorry if that's true, if you feel that way about me and I can't give that back to you. But I can't."
"I understand."
"You do?"
He shrugged. "I don't like it, but I do."
"I need our cycle to stop," she said seriously. "I don't want to cut you out of my life, I want us to be friends. But we have to just be friends. Friends with nothing hidden behind it. You can't be the friend that's waiting for something to happen so that you can make a move. We have to just be friends and that's it, friends for now and friends in the future, no chance for anything else. Even if Luke's out of the picture forever, which is most likely the case, you have to understand that we're done. We can't keep doing this. Things like the vow renewal," she saw Christopher flinch at the mention of this, "and like that night wouldn't happen if we just left our boundaries as friends and nothing more. And that is what I want to be. Friends and nothing more."
Christopher sighed. "Okay. If that's what you want, then okay."
"Really? Just like that, okay?"
"I wish the response was different, but I don't want to screw up our friendship. I don't want you to be out of my life forever. You're my oldest friend, I don't want to lose that friend."
Lorelai nodded. "Okay. Good. So we're good."
"Yeah, we're good," Christopher nodded. "I am sorry about that night–you were right, I should have been a better friend, I shouldn't have just jumped at the chance to be with you."
Lorelai sighed. "Let's just… can we just forget that night happened? I messed up that night, you messed up, let's just drop it. The damage is done for me, I don't want to dwell on it forever."
"Fair enough," Christopher nodded. "Okay, I should go. Thanks for talking to me."
Lorelai nodded. "Bye Chris," she said as he stepped out of her office, and she immediately felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.
She'd finally managed to pull that door shut all the way, and it only felt good.
Unfortunately, the realization that she needed to close that door once and for all came at the price of closing the door that Luke was behind, too.
"Aww, there's the birthday girl!" Lorelai cooed when Sookie opened the door with Martha on her hip.
"Hi!" Martha squealed, giggling in delight.
"Hey there, Munchkin," Lorelai laughed. She turned to Sookie. "Where did the year go, huh?"
"Tell me about it!" Sookie said with a sad sigh. "I can't believe she's already one."
"Me either. Seems like yesterday that she was born."
"I'm glad you came," Sookie said seriously, closing the door behind Lorelai as she stepped inside.
"Why wouldn't I come?" she asked, and leaned down to Martha once again, playfully pinching her cheek. "What kind of godmother would I be if I missed my goddaughter's first birthday?" Martha giggled again at Lorelai's playfulness.
"I know, I just, you know… Luke and all. Have you even seen him since…?"
Lorelai sighed. "No. And Sookie, Luke and I… that was almost three weeks ago." As if three weeks was really any amount of time, she thought. But she was determined to get people to stop looking at her in that way… that cross between finding her pathetic and being sympathetic. She was determined to get people to stop walking on eggshells around her, even though that's exactly what they should be doing because she was dying inside and the littlest things could set her off, as Lisa at Marie's Bakery had already learned.
"I know, and for one of those weeks you were confined to your couch. Is it crazy to think that you might not be up for a one year-old's birthday party after only three?" Sookie frowned.
"It's not just any one year-old's party," Lorelai said, keeping up her cheery tone and keeping her attention focused on Martha to avoid having to look at Sookie for fear Sookie would see right through her front. "And I don't want to talk about Luke, okay? Please?"
"Sure thing." Sookie handed Martha off to Jackson, who was passing by. He picked her up and tossed her in the air, causing Sookie to wince. "Be careful, Hon. Not as high as last time, remember what happened last time?"
"What happened last time?" Lorelai asked, hoping that her curiosity would change the subject to the antics of Jackson and the Bellville kids.
"Oh, God," Sookie said, recalling it. "He hit her head on the ceiling lamp in our dining room. She wailed for like an hour. It was horrifying."
"Aww, poor kid."
"I've gotta go check on the cake," Sookie realized, looking at the oven timer.
"Ooh, cake. I'll help," Lorelai volunteered, following Sookie into the kitchen.
"I'm trying a new recipe," Sookie explained. "I really wanted to make this new strawberry-peach cake I got a recipe for, but Jackson said no. Something about kids not liking cakes with fruit."
Lorelai laughed. "Well this looks good."
"Triple chocolate."
"Now that, kids will like."
"That's the hope," Sookie said. "God, I still can't believe she's one! Where did the year go? It flew by."
"This year sure was something," Lorelai said, and Sookie glanced at her sympathetically when she caught her tone.
"Some years are always crappier than others," Sookie reminded Lorelai gently.
"I remember the day Martha was born," Lorelai recalled. "I thought I was pregnant."
Sookie dropped the butter knife she had been holding. "You thought you were what?"
"I thought I was pregnant," Lorelai said, laughing a bit at Sookie's shock. "Why is that so crazy?"
"You never said anything to me!"
"You were in labor, you were kinda busy."
"Wow. I do remember you acting a little strange, asking me questions about conceiving and stuff, but I thought that was something I made up in the drug induced haze."
Lorelai smirked. "No, that was real. It was all a part of my freak out. Do you realize if I had been, I would have a…" she sighed. "I would have a baby right now."
"Well, it's best you weren't, then," Sookie pointed out. "The last thing you needed during this past year was the stress of being pregnant and having a newborn on top of everything else."
"Yeah, I guess that's true. I doubt that me being pregnant would have somehow caused April not to show up, and wow, that sounded bad." Lorelai realized quickly. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm glad she showed up, Luke adores her and he deserves to know about her, I just meant… that was where all the problems came from, and they still would have happened because April still would have come into Luke's life, even if I had been pregnant."
"Don't you resent her, just a little bit?" Sookie asked curiously. "And it's me, so be honest."
"No," Lorelai said. "I don't. She's Luke's daughter, I would never resent his kid."
"But she was the cause of all the problems between you and Luke."
"No she wasn't. We were."
"But it was her appearance that--"
"If it hadn't been her showing up, it would have been something else that made it all come crashing down," Lorelai said, and while the things she was saying were true and she had known all along, it was the first time she had really spoken the thoughts and come to terms with them. "We should have been able to handle it. He shouldn't have had the urge to lie to me about her, I should have had the urge to speak up about being left out of everything. It might be easy to just blame it on April, but it's not her fault. It's ours."
"I guess that makes sense." Sookie looked at Lorelai with a raise of her eyebrows. "I'm impressed. If it was me I'd blame it all on the kid."
"She's an awesome kid, Sookie," Lorelai added. "And Luke just lights up when he talks about her and when he's around her. He loves being a father. April coming into our lives… his life… it was good. The way we handled it was bad."
Sookie sighed. "I never would have thought Luke would be a father without you."
Lorelai looked down at the ground. "Okay, I'm ready to drop this topic now."
"Sorry," Sookie said quickly. "So, this is the current topic of debate between me and Jackson: triple chocolate cake, too much chocolate or just enough?"
Lorelai gave a small smile. "Not enough, if you ask me," she teased.
Through the rest of the party, Lorelai smiled and laughed in all the right places, and actually thoroughly found herself amused when Martha plastered cake all over her face. But her thoughts were now focused on one thing she'd never really thought about before: the three month-old she could have had at this moment and how much she really wanted that baby.
Sookie was right. April still would have come into their lives, and she and Luke still would have had problems in how they dealt with the situation, even if she had been pregnant. But things would have been different. Christopher never would have happened. And maybe they would have been married already. Because unlike with Christopher, she knew she would have married Luke after finding out she was pregnant. Because she would have known that they would have gotten married one day, anyway, pregnant or not. Or so she thought back then. Now she knew better.
And even if they hadn't been married, and even if everything had fallen apart like it had now, she would have had her baby, at least. Rory was off living her own life most of the time, especially now that she had her own place during the summer, too, and was engrossed in summer school. And without Luke around, Lorelai felt alone more often than not. At least she would have had the baby to keep her company. And at least she would have had a part of Luke around her all the time. And Luke would have never disappeared from her life completely if they had shared a child.
But most of all, it would've been a kid with Luke. At least she would have gotten the chance to have that, since she sure wasn't going to have that chance now.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she had Christopher connected to her forever because of Rory, and Luke had Anna connected to him forever because of April, but there was nothing to keep the two of them connected forever.
That, she supposed, was what they were supposed to do themselves, without anything forcing them together. Stay connected forever.
But they hadn't been able to manage.
tbc...
