The departure

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Context: we are in the scene where Luke learns that jess is not a graduate. Rory has just entered Yale, they have separated. So the story is not in order!!

Warning: I do not own and am not affiliated with Gilmore Girls in any way.

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« -I won't go back to class

- Then you're leaving. "

Has Luke just fucked me out? Yes. I stay planting it like a jerk in the living room. I should surely have apologized, begged him not to do that, promised him to change. But no, I didn't do anything about it, and I didn't feel sadness, no anxiety, no anger, not the only thing I felt: freedom.

I was finally free. My mother had abandoned me, she confided me to my uncle, who too has just abandoned me. So, no one is holding me back anymore, it's over.
I knew what I had to do, go home to Italy.
I go down the stairs, grab the dinner phone and dial the number.

« - Pronto?

- è Jess, nonna, sto tornando a casa (it's jess, grandmother, I'm going home) »

I hear her crying at the other end of the line, she tells me to arrive quickly and that she is going to warn everyone. I hang up and go right away to gypsi to sell him my car. When I come back to Luke's, he's no longer there. It's perfect, I take advantage of his absence to pack my suitcase. I take almost nothing. About ten books for the trip, some clothes, and money. Dinner was closed this evening. There had to be a meeting. I call a taxi company, the latter will take me to the airport where I will take my plane ticket on site. When I see the car arriving, I ask the driver to wait five minutes.

I'm heading to their stupid meeting room.

"So I vote so that kirk is not once again the one who takes care of the banners...
- Roh but it's not fair! "

I said it well, a stupid meeting.

Taylor sees me and stops talking, he takes a black look at Luke. The latter gets up, I walk towards him and hand him the keys to the apartment.

« - What are you doing?

- Well, I'm leaving. Isn't that what you expected from me? I may misunderstand you who expect so many things from me.

- ...

- goodbye Luke."

I turn my heels, put my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket, and leave them flat. I quickly get into the taxi.

I haven't left this city yet, yet I already feel reborn.

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