Luke remembered the first time he laid eyes on Lorelai Gilmore. She was stunningly beautiful, bursting with independence and intelligence. He remembered how she would bring color to his ordinary, almost boring world. He remembered that he never told her how he felt. Now it was too late.

Luke had grown weary from his ever-present love for her. His body seemed heavier, his life seemed less full. Something in his heart had faded because of his feelings for her. Friendship. He shuddered at the word. Nothing more than a friendship that would never be more, never evolve. He was always on the sidelines, cheering her on, supporting her in her darkest moments. She couldn't see it. She would never see it. And Luke had given up.

Lorelai didn't come into the diner as much as she used to. She only came when Chris was working, and she came in stealth. Christopher had seen his lust for her, and he made sure that she wouldn't feel the same. Luke cursed him silently. That bastard. When Lorelai came, it was only once a week. Her eyes would dart around the busy diner, and she would clutch her hands. Luke had watched her boldness fade, along with her personality. Things had never been the same between them.

It was Thursday, 9:00 AM, when Lorelai came to the diner. Luke's mouth became dry, and he tried not to stare. He had to. Her face was that of an angel, with deep blue eyes that engulfed Luke into a mystical beauty. She was a real woman, with shiny dark hair that made Luke's heart race. She poked her head inside, looking around cautiously. She finally met Luke's gaze and gave a weak, necessary smile. She mouthed the word "Hi." Everything was blurry, and Luke had a lump in his throat. He returned to scrubbing the counter. She silently sat at the counter. "Hey, Luke." She said. Her voice was as smooth as silk. "Hey, Lorelai." Luke didn't dare look up. He began to clumsily pour coffee. "Oh," she said quietly. Luke looked up, and into those eyes. God. Please turn away, Lorelai, he begged in his mind. But at the same time, he didn't want her to. "Yeah, I just thought… you know, you really like coffee…" Luke stumbled on his words. "You thought right," she smiled faintly. "So…" Luke looked away. "How's Rory?" "Great," Lorelai responded. Luke hated this. Ever since Chris, they had the same conversation every time she went to the diner. "The inn?" Luke asked. "Fantastic." Lorelai responded. Silence. That horrible silence. "I, uh, better go, got to get back to the inn," Lorelai got up. Another small piece of Luke's heart broke. "Yeah, err, yeah, see you," he mumbled. She smiled again. Luke watched her leave, his whole life meaning less and less to him with every step she took away from the diner. Away from Luke.