Aki- This was supposed to be a one-shot, but after several reviews thought there should be more, (And after I thought about it I agreed) and inspiration struck. Here is a second chapter in Jess's POV. This is not the end, but this story will not be long and will definitely be a lit.

I stand their after you leave and stare at the door pathetically as though hoping you are going to come back. I know the guys are expecting me, but I can't go, not now. I guess I'll come up with some excuse later.

There was something in the way Rory looked at me before she left. There was something more that I couldn't quite make. Jeez, Rory what are you trying to tell me? What are you trying to say? I can't figure it out.

Was it is a clue? Or was it just a simple but final goodbye? No, it wasn't a goodbye. It was pained, it was passionate, and it was hopeful. Goodbyes don't have hope unless they are under the theory, 'the sooner you say goodbye the sooner you say hello again.'

I am not sure how long I stood their like an imbecile until I walked over and locked the door before starting nightly closing practices. Counting the receipts and locking the day's profit up. Straightening up the shelves, but all of these things done out of habit, for my mind is somewhere else.

I can't stop replaying this whole day in my head. Where did I go wrong, Rory? You gave me the impression that you were here to see me and here to see me. You stayed after everyone else left. You reread my book and complimented me and made me feel something that I haven't felt in a long time….since I was with you.

I went wrong a long time ago didn't I, though. I treated you wrong. I know it now even though I couldn't quite see it then. I shouldn't have run away…physically or emotionally. And I shouldn't have come back the ways I did. It was unfair to you, it was unfair to me.

You are not entirely blameless though, Rory. You are not so perfect anymore. You came here and, with intention, lead me on. And why? To get back at your dirty rotten cheating boyfriend that you claim to love. What were your words exactly? Something like, "I can't help it, I'm in love him. Despite all the bad he is done, I still love him."

You never gave me that courteously did you. I would have never cheated on you. I don't know how I will ever forgive you, Rory Gilmore, for what you did to me. My heart has been broken before. I admit it. But before it was always directly or indirectly my fault. This time it wasn't. It was all you. I can't get over this and forgive you…except I will.

Why? Because I feel the same way you say you feel about your dirt bag boyfriend. Despite everything, our history, our past, our fights, even this…I still love you. In more or less words, that's how I feel.

I know I am being sappy and romantic and that is so not me, but please, please listen if I ever find the courage and the words to say these things aloud. And I will. Not now, probably not even in the near future, but eventually.

Everything is cleaned up now. I turn off the lights and sit ion the couch in the corner in the dark. The un-shaded windows form squares of light on the carpeted floor. I would love to call it moonlight, it's more poetic, but I know it is city light.

'So this is what love is?' I think ironically. Love is forgiving unconditionally even when you don't want to and letting someone go even when you don't want to. It's not fair Rory. You were mine first. I loved you before this guy even knew you existed.

You were the only one how got through to me. You were the only one who knew me. You were the only one I let know me. You changed me for the better, why can't you still be by my side. The only reason I can come up with is that life isn't fair, but I wouldn't want it to be if I could decide. 'Cause that would mean this was all my faultI just wish that one day you and me could talk the way we used to. Laugh the way we used to. Tease the way we used to. Love the way we used to. I could move on. It is always a possibility, but I don't want to… not yet.

I finally give up and go upstairs to what some of us share as a make-shift home. I kick off my shoes and lie down on my bed. Sleep evades me, not that I expected it.

That look you gave me shows up in my mind and I can't help but ponder it over and over again. It meant something. I think I figured it out, but I cannot be sure without asking.

I dial slowly and listen to several rings, urging myself not to hang up after each one goes unnoticed.

You finally picked up and I hear your groggy voice. I forgot how late it was. "Hello?"

"Will I ever see you again?" I asked rushed and quietly. Scared and anxious for the answer.

Silence. Then a whispered promise reply, "Eventually." And she said nothing else.