Chapter 3:Pieces fall apart or Piece by Piece

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Chapter 3

As I drove down the barren stars hollow road in a dreadful blur I let my thoughts wrap themselves around me. What was I going to do? I mean I know that Lorelai will be alright but what about all my stuff that's at her place. My books. My clothes. My stuff basically. I needed to get them out of there before she comes back home. Maybe I could call Rory and ask her to get rid of my stuff or tell Rory to convince Lorelai that all that stuff was someone else's. I think I knew that there was only one thing to do. Not call Rory. Not trick Lorelai. I needed to get in there somehow and pack up all my stuff and leave it with the rest of her relationship boxes , in the attic collecting dust. I heaved a heavy sigh. Pulling over at Lorelai's house , I fished in my pocket for the key Lorelai gave me. After a good ten minutes of looking I finally found it. She had just given me the front door key and said she'll give me the rest later. I guess later is never coming.

Pacing myself outside the house I quietly approached the door and soundly turned the key in the lock. Clink. Clank. Crank.When i got the house renovated I made the lock very,very loud. I winced at the sound and let the unusual quietness of the house wash over me. Quickly but without haste I started to gather anything that could connect lorelai to me. My stuff in the bathroom. Some of books she gave me to read and vice versa. Anything at all. Gathering everything up in boxes I realised that most of my stuff was here. Basically all my stuff reminds me of her. Everything I own,use or even touched reminded me of her.

But there was no time to think about that. I packed up all my stuff and stuffed everything in number two boxes. I pulled the ladder down so that I could climb up onto the attic. The attic.

When we expanded Lorelai was adamant on an attic. She has that our family would go through lots of weird stages and 'we need place to store them.'

I miss her.

It just hit me with a wave of emotion. I missed her. For the last ten years of my life she had me at her side. She could count on me when she needed help and vice versa. I don't really believe in love at first sight. For me it took five minutes for it to sink in. Every since I first met her I was fascinated by her. I wanted to know more about her. It was like book with a cliffhanger at every single chapter. I needed to know more. And slowly that love that I masked as fascination started to leak out. It took eight years to leak out and then I had her. She loved me and I loved her. But then I let her go.

I paced myself. No,not now. It can't be now. I took all the boxes up onto the attic and left them there. I hurried down the stairs raging and ready to leave until I find one thing discarded on the floor. It must of fell from the box. I bent down to check what it was and then I saw what was it.

The earrings and the necklace.

A few months back Lorelai was helping patty do some ridiculous town thing and her necklace broke. She was shattered. She was so scared to tell me she told me she was having sleepless nights. A week later she finally told me and almost started crying. I told her that I would fix it and it was no problem. I still remember her smile when I fixed both of them up. It could lit up the whole world. She hugged me and put them on. Then we kissed. I cautiously touched my face. I still felt her lips on mine.

That was our last happy moment before the change.

Also know as my daughter.

I love April and I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world. But I missed Lorelai. She brought me to life. Her eyes,sparkling blue that stretched into the deepest of oceans. And her hair. It would always cascade down her back when she threw her head back and laughed. She had the best laugh. Her laugh was so full and light that everything around me would disappear for just a few seconds that seemed like hours.

Carefully I turned the earrings and necklace in my hands. She looked beautiful when she wore them,I can't help but think.

Quietly I put both of them inside my pocket. I needed this to remind me of us. I need her and she needs me. Slow but determined i searched for a scrap of paper and a pen. My hands moved before I could even register what I was doing. Finding a piece of paper and a pen on the floor I started writing

Lorelai,

You don't know who I am but I love you. I have loved you for a thousand years or something in that ballpark. You gave me a reason to live. Your smile could light up New York and Atlantic city all in one. I just wanted you to know I freaking love you. And that will never change. You made me smile. When I had gone through something really bad you somehow made me smile. All I'm trying to say is if you remember us,try. Please try. Because this thing me and you is something worth living for. Enjoy the coffee. Extra strong the way you like it.

Someone who loves you.

I placed the note on the coffee machine and kept a batch of coffee ready.

"I love you Lorelai Victoria Gilmore." The words stood in the room bold and sure.

I turned on my heel knowing that some day somehow I would see the familiar walls of her house again.

My eyes stared out and far away into the window. My mother,being the Gilmore that she is demanded that I get a better room. She had said it with such ferocity and determination nobody dared to defy the woman who was Emily Gilmore. For once in her life I was glad that her mother was so fiery. According to the doctor she was going to be stuck here for three more days and needed to be here every other Tuesday and Thursday for physical therapy.

The room was pretty spectacular. The bed was lavish and next to her were dozens of magazines,packets of pop tarts,a few flower arrangements that made her nose run and a piece of paper with her loopy handwritten words.

The doctor,who was a little too basic for my opinion. White skin,a mono tone voice and a semi somber drawl she looked like everyone she had crossed in the doctor industry. Her sister actually did the surgery but had a family thing to get to. Miss West had recommended to write down what she remembered from that day.

I picked up the paper and the pencil that she had given me. "Just try." She had said in her nasal drawl. God I hated her voice. It sounded of dread and depression that would haunt you in your sleep and when you're awake.

I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

Last date I remember: May 11,2004

Today's date: September 27,2006

I took a deep breath trying to process everything. Not only did I lose a good two years and five or six months but that guy was firmly fixated in my mind. He was different. When I saw him a little spark ignited. I willed to remember him but my brain just blocked everything out.

When I was asleep I could have sworn I heard a soft oh so familiar voice. It wasn't very clear but I remembered his parting shot.

"I love you Lorelai Victoria Gilmore. And..well just promise me you'll wake up soon."

After a few short seconds he slowly stalked out of the room. And I vividly remember murmuring something about love and Patrick. Was that his name? Patrick? I doubt it. I would never date someone named Patrick even if he was my soulmate.

I let go of a breath i didn't know I was holding and continued on the list.

What happened on May 11,2004: Got dragonfly inn ready. Couldn't sleep. Messages. Coffee. Sugar. Coffee. Sookie. Poultry guy. Shel. Divorced. Liz.Gary. Wedding. Zucchini. Patch. Jackson. Sleep.

I stared at the paper in dismay. But what happened after that? And even the things I could remember had missing pieces of the story. Like who was Liz and Gary? I just remember the names and that they were having a wedding. An old-timey one. And after shel someone saved it the 'Patrick' guy? I doubted it.

I let my head rest in the palms of my arms as I let out a soft groan. I was tired of this. The doctor said that I had suffered no brain damage but I couldn't,for some inane reason,retrieve my memories. Okay come on Lorelai. Now time to over analyse.

OK. Dragonfly inn. We brought that from good old Fran. So we must have finished repairs and was opening. Now I couldn't sleep because of new neighbors? Did Babette and money move? No they wouldn't. Maybe...oh I don't know screw this.

I pointedly ripped up the list into half and threw it up into the air hysterically and as I gave out a suppressed moan the two pieces fell at my feet.

A soft knock fell at the door. Taking a deep breath and calming myself I perked up and said "Come on in."

My brilliant offspring appeared in the room. She really had changed from the last time I saw her. Last I remembered her she had cropped her hair off from her usual long sleek hair. She started to dress more like a college student and she was always was at Yale stressing out her freshman year. Now she had grown up. She looked at least two years older. She was in her last year of Yale and editor in chief of the Yale Daily News. Her hair had been grown out and she had also grown bangs. She looked like perfection. Yet the only things that didn't change were her eyes. Those Rory eyes. Clear sea crystalline eyes that she had got from me remained the same no matter what.

She smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Hey mom. Whatcha doing?" Rory came in and plopped down on a chair. Everyday she would drive from Paris's apartment at 3:00 and would leave when visiting hours were over but usually would stay the night if she didn't have classes early in the morning.

"Trying to piece my life together. Taylor swift makes it seem so easy." I sighed heavily,chuckling at my obscure pop culture reference

"Taylor swift?" Rory's eyes widened so far that I could see her irises. Rory was never one for country music.

"Well since mom has gave them strict orders to them to not give me a television I have been living on magazines and apparently she's all the rage right now." I pouted

Rory chuckled slightly "Poor baby!" She cooed sympathetically

"Maybe you can help me." I said quietly

Rory furrowed her brow. "With what?"

I took a depressed breath and started to rant.

"Everything going wrong. Last thing I remember is foggy and I can't remember anything else. I wake up in a hospital and what do I find? That it's three years later. Three or two. I don't even know.I've missed every single important thing in my life and your life and in fact everyone's life. I need to find my way back the last thing I remember is preparing for dragonfly.I just want my life back. Sure I was single but I had you and that was all I needed. But now..." I flailed my arms around searching for the right words "I don't know who I am? Who am I?" I asked my daughter staring into her baby cerulean eyes.

"Mom." Rory looked at me and took my hands into hers. "You are Lorelai Gilmore. You have always been there for me. When I needed someone to hold my hand and whisper that it would be alright you were there. You are the best mom ever. You got me to where I am today. When I was born in Hartford I was nothing. But you were to stubborn to accept that." She paused for a second smiling at me ruefully "You got me into Chilton. I was the top 2 percent of my class. I was valedictorian. I got into Harvard,Yale and Princeton. I'm in the last year of Yale and the editor of the Yale daily news. I'm about to rule the universe and that's all because of you. I love you mom."

I was in tears. That sounded like something an über mom would do. Not me Lorelai Gilmore.

"I did all that?"

"Of course you did!"

I smiled at her,blue eyes flashing with tears.

"Just one more thing?"

Rory gave me a small laugh,tossing her head back. Her bangs shifted slightly as she gave me her Rory smile.

"Yes,mom?"

"Did I love someone?"

Taken aback,she said "What?"

I don't know why I said that. But I carried on.

"When I woke up I felt as though a part of me was missing. Like there was a large hole in my heart. And I keep having these...memories come on back to me. But I can't put a name to the face."

Rory bit her lip looking conflicted. I could see her screwed up face,her guarded eyes and especially the way she toyed with her hair. She was making a mental pro and con list. She gave a short sigh.

"OK. I'm only going to say this once but I'm not going to say his name."

I opened my mouth in protest but Rory stopped me before I could start. "No mom. It's this or nothing. Your call."

I shut my eyes for a second. Then I nodded eyes binded together tighter than tight.

She took a deep breath and let it out. "You met him almost ten years ago. He fell in love with you almost instantly. But for the first two years you knew each other you despised him. He would almost never listen to you. But then one day something changed. Do you remember when grandpa was in the hospital? He drove you there. He was always there to pick up the pieces. When you and max broke up he practically threw a party." Rory paused as I started to smile. "He watched you go from guy to guy and get your heart broken again and again. And you know what was the best part was..he really cared about me to. He made me a coffee cake for my sixteenth birthday. He was more of a dad than..well dad. I loved him so much. He was there and always would be there."

She paused as tears started to build up in my eyes,threatening to fall out at a second's notice.

"Coffee?"

I nodded mutely.

She got up and began to walk to the door to get a new batch of coffee.

"You'll find him." Rory said before heading out the door.

"You think?"

"True love never ends."

With those words fresh in my mind I fell into my thoughts deeper and deeper until I fell into a dreamless sleep all my thoughts flying into the air.

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UNKNOWN POV

I stared into the window connecting her lavish room to the rest of the hospital. She looked so peaceful like an angel or a saint. I really wanted to go and see her. 'Maybe I should just go in' I though my hand edging closer to the door knob. Deep down I knew that Lorelai loved me. She just needed a little nudge. But what about our history? Would she be able to put all that behind us? Or would she be the stubborn beautiful woman that was always there? My will won in the end. As my hand started to turn the knob I steadied myself. 'Don't left her go back to him. No matter what.'

"Hey Lor."

Authors Note2: Okay. Shoot me but don't worry. Stop your claws and put your pitchforks down. JavaJunkie is my OTP and Christopher can go die for all I'm concerned. Give this a few chapters.