Rory awoke on the last day before classes began at Yale with a familiar feeling, loneliness. It had been more than three months since Logan had departed for London but the feeling never went away, it only intensified. It intensified after his first transcontinental phone call from work. It intensified after the first message left on her voicemail due to a missed call. It intensified after reading a handwritten letter from him just to remind her how much she meant to him. The little things that were meant to keep their relationship alive during their period apart only served to remind Rory of what was taken away from her. Soon, the stuffed animals dressed up as Rory's favourite movie characters weren't sweet only depressing. And soon the early morning wake up calls with coffee waiting at her door weren't lovely only saddening. Eventually everything Logan did made her sad, angry, depressed or lonesome, the opposite of what they were meant to do. Rory had not been happy since the day Logan left, and while the thought of seeing him in November gave her some hope, the days between then and now only seemed to grow greater. She thought a relationship shouldn't be this hard, it shouldn't be this sad, and she wondered how long she could handle it.

Logan wasn't happy with the separation from Rory, but had managed to confirm vacation time for a weekend in November, thanksgiving and a week at Christmas. Logan was doing everything he could to maintain their relationship, and to him, all of the extra effort was well worth it. Logan had learned to enjoy the work he was doing in London, he liked the people he was with, he liked having their respect and he liked the fact that his father was unable to complain. For once in his life Mitchum Huntzberger was not disappointed in his son, and that made Logan very happy. While things on the business side of things were going well, the same couldn't be said for his personal life.

Being the boss had made finding true friends very difficult to find in London; Logan always had to be weary of people trying to ingratiate themselves with their boss. Logan had been expecting this so he wasn't too concerned, but having more solid friendships would have made the separation from Rory easier. When, as the summer had gone on, it was getting harder. In the beginning of their long distance relationship Logan had sent Rory various tokens of affection and messages of love, and whenever she had received them a call thanking him, or praising him for his thoughtfulness always came. As the weeks wore on, those thank you's were sent less and less. Soon their talks became less frequent and less substantive. Rory seemed distant and uninterested, frequently busy and unavailable. Logan sensed their relationship deteriorating, and was determined to fight for it but wondered if he was already fighting a losing battle.

In August he had even taken the drastic step of phoning Lorelai to see if there was anything wrong with Rory to account for her mood. Lorelai had told him nothing, just that she was quieter than usual and just chalked it up to missing her boyfriend. Logan agreed but still didn't understand why she was for lack of a better term avoiding him. If she misses me, why is she acting like I'm a telemarketer? He thought. Logan was hoping that Yale starting up for the year would get Rory out of her funk and would restore her back to normal and that their relationship too would get back to normal. Over on the other side of the Atlantic, the wheels were spinning in the opposite direction.

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Rory looked around her apartment, which was theirs, but now she was the only one living in it. Every time she looked at something a memory of her and Logan popped into her mind, and every time it hurt just the same, reminding her of what was now gone. Rory thought about the phone call she was about to make. It was a work in progress for a week, before she came to a final decision. She couldn't live like this, she needed something to change. She couldn't let herself get even deeper, she had to get out before the pain, and the despair became all consuming. No more uncertainty about how long he would be gone, or where he would be sent to next. With this call that would all be gone. With a heavy sigh Rory pressed a few buttons on the phone and waited for Logan to answer.

"Hey, Ace," Logan answered sounding very happy to see her caller ID, not being on the receiving end of a phone call in a while.

"Hey, Logan," Rory said with a soft voice that had a hint of depression and sadness.

"What's the matter? You sound down, out of coffee?" Logan tried to make Rory laugh, but was unsuccessful.

"Logan, I think we have to talk."

Logan froze for a moment; he never had wanted to hear those words from Rory, especially given the way their relationship was. After a few seconds he found the strength to talk, "Sure Rory go ahead, you know I'm always here for you."

"Yeah, I know that Logan. I just…I've been thinking a lot lately, about…well about everything, about me, about you, about us and I think something has to happen. I can't do this long distance thing anymore," Rory eventually got out.

"Ror-" Logan tried to get a word in, but Rory wouldn't stop.

"No, let me continue. I know you can't leave London and I wouldn't ask you to. You love it there, you love the work you are doing, you love actually getting something done and you love proving your Father wrong in that you are not a screw up. And I am so happy for you and I am so proud of you because of that Logan, you have no idea. And I know you would come back if I asked, but I won't do that. I won't be that girl, who makes you throw away everything because I couldn't handle it. I just, I can't grow more into you and have this uncertainty of when I'm going to see you again or even if we'll be on the same continent again," Rory was beginning to cry and on the other end Logan had began pooling tears in his eyes.

"Ace, Rory, Don't do this."

"I have to Logan; otherwise I wouldn't be able to function. I have to end it now; before I'm convinced you're my forever. I have to," Rory said amidst tears not bothering to cover up her sadness, "I'm going to move out of the apartment, it would just be too weird, too much of a reminder. I'm going to live with Paris for a while. I think we should just…I think we should stop talking to one another, at least for a little while. I don't know if I can handle being friends with you Logan, it might just be too much. So don't call, just forget about me for the time being. I might call in a month or two, but anything earlier would be too soon.

"Rory, don't do this. We can make it work. We could work this out. We'll talk more, I'll say to hell with my father and come home, I'll come back on the weekends, I'll do anything, just don't do this. Not when we can be something special. Please, Rory."

"I know we can be something special, but I can't handle the uncertainty. I can't do it, not with you. It would just hurt too much."

"You say that Rory, that it would hurt too much. But damn it Rory! Doesn't this hurt you at all? Because for god's sake it's killing me." Logan's voice echoed with anger, hurt and desperation.

"Of course it hurts, it's practically destroying me, but I have to do this now, or else it would be too much later on. Goodbye Logan, I love you." Rory closed the phone as she heard Logan trying to make another plea for their relationship.

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Rory began the phone call standing, but now her back was against the south facing wall and her knees were close her chest and she was sobbing. The phone rang almost immediately after she ended the call, a quick end press and the ringing stopped. Rory had just ended her first adult relationship, with the man she loved. Rory deemed it necessary to go on, to be able to function and imagined the feelings of regret she now felt were only residual and would go away in time. Rory no longer expected any late night calls to hear her voice. No more notes of affection to try and get her through the day. No more debates on the quality of British and American television. That was all in their past, in her past and the quicker she would be able to forget them, the quicker she would be able to forget him. This was a good thing Rory told herself. It was her last year at Yale and she needed to concentrate on her studies. Rory needed to be focused on her burgeoning career and she wouldn't be able to do that if she had a boyfriend halfway across the world. Sure, she would miss the encouragement that constantly came from him, and she would miss a person who truly understood her to bounce ideas off of, and she would miss the feeling of happiness that she would get when he would tell her that he was proud of her. She would miss all of those things, but what she was supposed to get back was to outweigh all of those. That is how Rory rationalized her decision. Rory heard the phone ring again and saw the familiar and now painful number and let it ring. Hoping that with each passing ring, the pain and doubt within her would dissipate.

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Author's Note: Well, there it is. The start of a multipart fic, that will be a Rogan. It might take a few chapters, but the end game will never change. Hope everyone enjoyed it, well as much as it could be enjoyed.