A/N: Hey, everyone! I'm sorry that this took quite some time to update. I've been super busy with school, but I have a two week break until I go back, so I thought I'd try to get back into the swing of things beforehand. Please favorite, follow, and comment if you're happy about the Gilmore Girls revival!

May 8, 2008 - Rory and Jess' apartment in New York City

On a chilly May day, the couple decided to clean out the clutter in their apartment as the rain pounded down from the clouds and onto their almost-broken windows. The place was small, but quaint and there was a charm that hung with every bookshelf, record, and photo on the walls - a charm that only they had. Rory rummaged through their bedroom closet, pulling out things to either toss away or donate to charity, and Jess sat behind her while wearing a blank, poker face. There was something off about him that day, but the girl couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. In the entire time that she had known him, he had only been like this once and that was the night that her and Dean broke up. Whatever it was, Rory decided to shrug it off and continue on her cleaning endeavor which she despised the entire time.

Upon coming across a black shoebox, the girl held it up for Jess to see behind her back. "What's this?" Jess, forgetting that Rory couldn't see him, just shrugged. It was a long enough silence that Rory sighed and finally turned around. "Is it yours?" Again, he shrugged. "Okay, Silent Bob, the whole no-talking bit is getting old." The girl rolled her eyes and opened the box in front of him.

She sorted through all of the items with a small grin on her face. First, she took out a worn book and held it up. "Love in the Time of Cholera," she said and shook her head while reading the back cover. She had only read it once in high school and took it back to the library afterwards, so she knew the book couldn't have been hers. "Is this even yours? I can't picture you reading anything like this."

Jess put on an embarrassing face and sighed. "To him-" he cleared his dry throat before starting again. "To him she seemed to beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was disturbed by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flights of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for the fear of destroying the spell."

Rory looked at him with an odd stare as her eyebrows knit downwards. She didn't understand the silent treatment, but most importantly, she did not understand his need to recite something. It was lovely, yes, but it wasn't like Jess to go around reciting his favorite parts of books. Instead, he would usually jot down some notes in the margins and leave it at that. As Rory thought about the notes, she flipped her way through the book and ran her index finger down some of the writing. Most of it was worn and rubbing off of the pages like it had been a copy that he carried on him for years. Other parts, however, seemed like fresh ink which made Rory more confused than she already had been. Why wasn't it on one of the bookshelves instead of hidden away in a shoebox? The girl shook her head at the thought, knowing that Jess wasn't exactly normal per-se.

Jess watched as his girlfriend made her way through the book and his breath hitched more and more in his throat as she inched further to the end. He almost couldn't handle the nervousness that had been sitting in the pit of his stomach since the moment he had gotten up that morning and wanted to run out the door and scream loudly from the rooftops just to get the anxiety out of his system.

On page 95, part of a paragraph had jumped out at her with its bright orange highlighter and the circles around the text. "Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry for the rest of your life if you say no."

There were a few more highlighted passages that Rory stopped to read, but what really got her curiosity was the golden bookmark that sat at the end of the book. After going through at least two hundred pages in less than a few minutes, she decided it was time to see what was so important that Jess had actually used a book marker since it was very unlike him to do so. As she grabbed at it and flipped towards the final page, Jess felt as if his entire world was about to come to a crashing halt, but he pressed on.

"And how long do you think we can keep up this goddamn coming and going?" he asked.
Florentino Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months, and eleven days.
"Forever," he said.

"Turn over the bookmark, Rory." Jess said before biting down on his bottom lip.

Rory listened and did just that, only to find a rather large diamond attached to a silver band. The bookmark read, "Only God knows how much I love you." Immediately, tears rushed to her eyes and ran down her cheeks without her being able to speak a word.

"Rory Gilmore," Jess said with a shaky, nervous voice as he reached his hands for hers. "Will you marry me?"