Sorry for the delay Guys, my creativity has stalled. I can't wait to finish I Can't Get Started. It's been a real dog. I know what I want to happen but writing it has been hard. I'm far more interested in the writing I've been doing for season 3. But at least I've been able to tidy up my chapter for Lorelai's Graduation Day! And here it is! I hope you like it! If you do, please drop me a line.

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2.21

Her young mind was fertile so, thus, Rory read
Some good hidden meaning in that which he'd said
When uttered he things the night of collision.
And now he was gone. No more her decision.

She simply accepted decisions were made
And took not a notice that they could be swayed!
The Fates were concerned, since this was the trend
That they had been trying to put to an end.

Took Rory no ownership of her own strength.
She kept, from her mother, her heart, at arm's length.
The elder was strong and, though that was swell,
The younger did need to learn strength as well.

Though Rory's emotions had taken direction
Towards love of Jess, despite insurrection,
(Especi'lly since Jess had made the phone call),
Her mom's disapproval did that progress stall.

The elder Gilmore saw black and saw white.
The gray was much harder to see in the light.
Black thread was the stubbornest, Clotho recalled.
And black, in the Gilmores, had long been installed.

So Rory dared not to once contradict her.
Her mother's opinions did, thusly, constrict her.
And, in this restriction, there was a new peace.
Temptation removed, she felt a release.

And that was the crux the Fates sorely pondered.
When Rory would learn, they once again wondered!
From much-needed growth she'd started to shrink,
As Rory stepped back from having to think.

But if she'd been freed from her introspection
Then why must she suffer from cruel recollection?
And why is it that she suddenly longs
To hear once again their fitting car songs?

Her heart felt so strongly she couldn't pretend
To simply be caught up in missing her friend.
Romantic attraction was what Rory felt.
She wanted none of it, but deal had been dealt.

But just when our Rory has learned of the score,
Does now her dear mother hate Jess even more!
And even her dad has joined in on the hate.
Oh why, wondered Rory, must bear she this fate?

She'd so many feelings and words she could say
And now this boy lived so far and away.
The world had conspired to keep them apart
So she'd follow Dean and not her own heart.

But, then, did she think the gap wasn't thus.
Without even thinking, she'd hopped on a bus.
Impelled Rory was to give it a try:
To show that she'd loved him but tell him goodbye.

The route to the city took over two hours
And finding his park took all of her powers
And soon half the day had been whiled away.
She hadn't much time from schedule to stray.

She, crossing her fingers, from cab, disembarked
And hoped she would find him within this nice park.
And then she took sight of conspicuous head
Bent over a book as, contently, he read.

She uttered a greeting and he heard her voice
And with fond surprise, his soul did rejoice.
She'd come to The City with visit to pay
And made much more sweet this glorious day!

"You hungry?" he asked. Replied she with, "Starved."
He rose from the bench. A path they soon carved.
They had a light lunch and shopped for some vinyl.
Then she had some time ere byes became final.

"I hope you don't go for the touristy bait."
"Perhaps we go up the Empire State?"
"Up eighty-six floors, we could go," he reckoned,
"Or else we could go to the hundred and second."

"Up eighty-six floors? A hundred and two?"
That seemed a bit high just to enjoy a view!
Though shone her wide eyes an aquamarine,
By look at her now she'd turned rather green.

"Oh didn't you know? They've got buildings here.
With some a bit taller than three or four tier.
But let us do something that's more to your liking.
There's lots here to see. It's really quite striking."

She thought she preferred to stay further down.
She liked the safe feeling of feet on the ground.
So, at her response, "Come on then," he said,
"I've got an idea. Let's go down instead."

Now, back in the subway, they stopped at a station,
Their purpose there left to her speculation.
But Jess knew the route. He led from platform
And, to his footsteps, her feet did conform.

And, as on they walked, she took in the sights,
The likes of which brought her certain delights.
"The brickwork is gorgeous!" she breathily said.
The smile that he gave her could never be read.

"You have to be careful," he, to her, did say,
"In this hallowed station, your voice could relay
Your classified thoughts, your hopes and your fears."
"What does that mean? Do these walls have ears?"

And then did Jess smirk, a gesture so knowing,
Though, searching his face, the answers weren't showing.
His manner was warm but flirtatious too,
"There's something I'm thinking of sharing with you."

Her heart pattered faster. His smirking grew bolder.
Jess placed a warm hand aside of her shoulder
And swiftly her breath caught deep in her throat.
Her knees felt like water, as if now afloat.

Then, gently, Jess guided her off to the right
And, under an archway, he caused her excite.
They stood in the corner quite close to the wall.
Her knees shook so much she thought she might fall.

Then, after a beat, he said, "Turn around,"
Which frightened her heart. Her mind did confound.
But courage consented and hushed her surprise
'Til, as afterthought, he said, "Close your eyes."

She flew in a tizzy to ponder his schemes
And lapsed into dangerous urges and dreams.
He paused for a bit but, ere she'd critique it,
His voice came to her. Said, "Tell me a secret."

The words were so close she felt he was near.
She pictured his lips up close to her ear.
His voice carried 'round like light on the air.
She caref'lly turned 'round—but Jess wasn't there.

A moment of shock and displeasure mixed
When she saw how distance between them was fixed.
He'd moved 'cross the room, walked dozens of feet.
Across the expanse, their eyes did then meet.

He watched her a bit then turned to his corner
And more gorgeous words fell down to adorn her.
A gall'ry for whisp'ring, thought Rory, amazed.
And, with an excitement, her eyes fairly blazed.

"Whisper a secret," he tried yet again.
"And no one will hear you. Except that I can."
Though Jess spoke towards the wall at his corner,
His words travelled 'round and fell on her shoulder.

And Rory watched on, as cool passers-by
Strode past though the square, as if nothing awry.
She turned to her corner and thought what to say.
What secret to tell to her Jess on this day?

If she'd had more courage she'd tell him the truth.
But she daren't say, in manner uncouth,
The words on her mind that, though they be fact,
Depicted emotions on which she'd not act,

Since Emily Post would tell her, forsooth,
She, while with another, should not bare that truth.
And Lane also said, a week or so prior,
That telling Jess that would a break-up require.

Plus now that New York was where he would stay
There wasn't much point, those words, to relay.
From sharing that much, she'd have to abstain.
She'd have to confide a fact more mundane.

She stared at the marble, its glossy fine lines,
And followed its earthy and pretty designs.
And then, while she failed to wake up her brain,
New words were then carried. He'd spoken again.

His voice seemed so close, she felt it like breath,
'Til heart palpitations warned exquisite death.
Yet leaned she more closely, his words not to miss
'Til language caressed her, as though with a kiss.

He sought to attain the thoughts that she knew.
"If you tell a secret, I've got one for you.
Secrets we say here," Jess deftly coerced,
"Will not be repeated. But you should go first."

"There's something I'll tell you, but don't you dare laugh."
She primed then to speak of embarrassing gaffe.
"I have a plush chicken I call Colonel Clucker.
And sometimes at bedtime, for him, I'm a sucker."

And then came his chuckle, as Rory'd expected.
And, from up on high, their laughter descended.
Then turned she to him and met happy face
And never the sight of his glee would erase.

That wasn't the secret he'd hoped he would get
(Though charming it was as she voiced her regret).
But secret was given so now his was due.
He sighed now to speak of what sorely was true.

His words otherworldly, though station was bustling,
With travellers talking and travellers hustling,
"I'm glad that you came here to see me today.
I've missed you. You know... since I've been away."

His voice was so raw with blatant emotion,
It seemed to imply a kind of devotion.
It tugged at her heartstrings, deep down inside.
It lead to a longing she couldn't abide.

She stepped from the corner. She'd heard now enough.
She coughed a wee bit. Her throat felt quite rough.
And, just in that moment, it wasn't the same:
This truth-telling ceasing to seem like a game.

They met in the middle (once nearer by far)
And Rory flashed back to his speech in her car.
She saw, in his eyes, the fear she was feeling.
He'd told her too much. Her mind... it was reeling.

And so she set out to lighten the mood
And mentioned that she was just starving for food.
So he led the way to food and potations.
And spoke they no more of his declarations.

Enjoyed they an hour, but then he grew glum:
Her time had arrived to return whence she'd come.
On bus, she stepped up and soon she'd be gone.
So courage, or folly, then Jess drew upon.

He knew that he'd never get chance such as this.
To not ask the question, he'd be so remiss.
He spoke of the topic that they'd abstained from
When fin'lly he asked of her why she had come.

So loaded it was, a question to ask.
But, though it was hard, she set to the task
To answer the question as best as she could.
It would be so easy, if she understood.

She wanted to tell him she hated the rift
And, if he'd come back, she'd cherish the gift.
But that was a thought she couldn't reveal.
It scared her to speak of what she'd grown to feel.

But he was perceptive! How could he not see
How dear to her heart he'd come now to be?
She stared out the window into his dark eyes
And wished he could see her without her disguise.

She knew not the reasons upon which he'd left,
That day he had come here and left her bereft.
Perhaps Luke had ordered him under duress.
Perhaps he'd just wanted a change of address.

And not that it mattered since it was official:
She still had a boyfriend, though so artificial.
She must let Jess go. Of him she can't have.
And, for her poor heart, she yearned for a salve.

So many good answers just begged to be said
But there was but one she could say instead.
The reason she gave was he'd said no goodbye
And all of the rest just couldn't apply.

The Fates watched the two and heard their goodbyes.
Poor Clotho had tears streaming from her dark eyes.
Lachesis was saddened but she remained staid.
Atropos to bed, in ruins, she laid.

But though the Fates pained to see separation,
They knew, in their hearts, the need for probation.
She'd proven her strength did not yet awake
And Jess had his own great journey to make.

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