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His only way out: Part 1

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11.23pm. Lorelai pulled her Emily battered body out of the jeep and onto the wet pavement. It had been raining. Dinner had finished long ago, but she couldn't confront a cold, empty house. She had some thinking to do, Luke. Nothing more surprising could have come out of his mouth than what did the previous night. He looked so scared, she felt so scared. She didn't tell Rory, it was something she had to figure out without anyone else's input influencing her mind.

She splayed her cold hands over the front of her long black jacket in an attempt to straighten herself out before she moved. She took in the dimly lit town and walked over to the gazebo. She sat on the hard bench and sighed, feeling alone.

There was Luke's. She didn't want to think about it, but her mind kept wondering over there. The light came on, what was he doing up? she thought, it was late for him. The door opened. She was looking more intently now, curious as to what was going on. He placed a medium-sized backpack on the top of the steps and glanced at something in his hands, looked like paper. He walked back in the diner and turned out the light. Lorelai kept staring; eyes wide, what's he doing? He shut the door and slipped the note back under the door. He carried the bag around one arm as he pulled keys from his pocket and walked a fraction down the street where the truck was parked. After he put his bag on passenger side seat he got into the drivers side and just sat there, looking straight ahead with sweaty hands on the wheel. Lorelai felt like an intruder for watching him, she glanced away for almost three seconds. The engine roared and Lorelai threw her head back up, a puff of smoke clouded the night air as he drove out of town.

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AN: Tell me what you think! The next part will be posted tomorrow if enough interest is shown.