They were both lost in each other's eyes. Nothing could tear their gazes away from each other. They started leaning in closer to each other. The heat between them became so obvious, it was almost unbearable. Neither one of them could stand not being together any longer. Their lips crashed together and they got lost in the moment. Lorelai shifted herself more to face him. This felt so perfect to both of them. The kiss deepened.

In that moment, it seemed as if the world stopped spinning just for them.

As she was kissing Luke, Lorelai began to get scared. She had so many thoughts running through her mind all at once. She didn't know how to handle them. All of a sudden, she broke the kiss, stood up, and said, "I can't do this."

"Can't do what?"

Lorelai began pacing across the porch. "This. I can't do this… I think you should go."

"But-"

"Please, just go."

Luke stood up and walked away, feeling defeated. He didn't know what he did wrong. All the way home, he felt to bigger than 3 inches tall.

As Lorelai watched him walk away with his head hanging low, the tears began falling down her face again. She found herself wishing he was right back with her so he could hold her while she cried again. She walked upstairs, and cried herself to sleep.

At 5:30, Lorelai woke up in a cold sweat. She had been doing that all through the night. She kept having frightening nightmares that wouldn't allow her to get more than 10 minutes of sleep at a time. She gave up trying to get back to sleep, and went downstairs for a cup of coffee.

She tried her best to make herself breakfast as quietly as possible, so she wouldn't wake Rory up. She put a cherry poptart in the toaster, and prepared herself for it to come popping right back up at her. When it didn't, she couldn't help but remember that morning when Luke had fixed it for her. Had that really just been yesterday? She thought. He was so nice and respectful of everything. He didn't care that I don't live the high life. He is such a great guy. So why did I get so scared last night? Her poptart popped itself up, making Lorelai jump out of her deep thought. She took her coffee and breakfast into the living room, and ate in silence, jut staring off into space, and thinking.

Lorelai finished her breakfast, and continued to sit alone in the living room for awhile. At 7, Rory came running into the living room, crying.

"What's wrong, sweets?"

"I hate Dad." She said, as she sat next to her mother.

"Aw, no you don't. You're just angry that he's not coming," She tried to comfort her, wrapping her arm tightly around her daughter and holding her close.

"No, I really do. Why doesn't he like me? What did I do wrong?" Rory said, through tears.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Lorelai said, rubbing her hand up and down Rory's arm. "Your dad just has a lot of growing up to do yet. In the mean time, we're doing just fine. You and me. That's all we need, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now, it's time to get ready for school. Today's science fair day, remember? You were looking forward to this."

"Yeah, ok. You didn't eat the last of the poptarts, did you?"

"Nope. I saved the last one for you."

"Thanks."

After Rory went off to school, Lorelai couldn't stop thinking about the events of that morning. Screw Chris for doing this to her. She's just a little kid. She doesn't deserve this. She really hoped Rory was having a little bit better day now that she was at the science fair. She always looked forward to things like that. She'd be damned if she let Chris ruin that for her, too.

Then, Lorelai spotted the empty Frosted Flakes box that she had yet to throw away from the morning before. Her thoughts went straight back to Luke. She remembered how he comforted her last night, just as she had done for Rory not an hour earlier. She really wished she had someone in her life that could do that for her whenever she needed them to. So why had she run away from Luke like that? She couldn't figure it out.

She walked out to the front yard to look at the newly completed bookshelf. It was perfect. It was tall, perfect for all the books Rory had now, but it would still have extra room for books to come. She walked around it, and noticed that on the side, Luke had panted small, delicate little flowers that matched the ones on her bedspread perfectly. Luke has a feminine side, she thought. She smiled at how thoughtful he was. She walked around to the back of the shelf, and noticed he had signed it.

To: Rory Love: Luke

"Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."

-Twelfth Night, Shakespeare

Lorelai couldn't help but smile again. What he had written was so cheesy, but so sweet at the same time. She loved how Luke believed in Rory so much. He was just like a father to her. He promised her danishes when he couldn't make it to her birthday party, made her birthday cakes, and book shelves.

As her fingers traced over the words that Luke had so lovingly write, she couldn't figure out what happened the night before. But then it hit her.

She was afraid.

But now, she was sick of being afraid. Sick and tired of always turning her back and running away when things got complicated.

So she ran. She ran as fast as she could.

But this time, instead of running away from what she was afraid of, she ran towards it. She tore through the streets as fast as she could. She ignored all the strange glances she received from other people on the streets as she stumbled over a few twigs. She fell on the sidewalk, but instead of giving up, and staying on the ground in defeat, she got right back up and kept on running.

She swung the diner door open as fast as she could, and ran behind the counter where he stood, ignoring the huge breakfast crowd.

And she kissed him.

She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him as hard as she could.

He was startled at first, ready to yell at her for being behind the counter. Then, he was confused. Why was she kissing him in a room full of people?

But then, he gave in and kissed back. The woman he loved was back in his arms again.

"Luke, I-"

"No, don't apologize."

"I wasn't going to."

"Oh. Sorry. Go on," he said with a giggle.

"I love you." And she kissed him again, this time harder than the first.

Luke broke away and said "I love you too."

They both stood there in each other's embrace, kissing as if the rest of the diner crowd, including Miss Patty and Babette, didn't exist.

In that moment, it seemed as if the world stopped spinning just for them… again.

The End.