Part 6

 “Please, Luke, please, please, please,”

Oh, Lorelai. 

I’d always though of myself as the Rory to her Lorelai. She’s vivacious, witty, full of life. And I’m the one that keeps her in line. At least for the first few seasons.

We haven’t officially “made up” yet, but she’s stopped huffing every time I enter a room, which bodes well. I feel a slight compulsion to apologize but I stifle it with the knowledge that I am absolutely in the right (my status as Rory means that I know best, of course). Her keeping tabs on her ex can bring nothing but pain. He was an asshole to her and it ended poorly. Besides, he was a shitty kisser.

I wasn’t sure if it was my paranoia or just good-old-fashioned nosiness that compelled me to pause Gilmore Girls to check her internet history one afternoon while she was in class, but looking back now I wonder if it wasn’t some manifestation of fate. Destiny. Or perhaps some kind of otherworldly sentient being wearing “fate” as its moniker. 

There were only a few pages in her history from today, but I could see that one of them she had visited several times each day going back about a week. A web address I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t uncommon for her to spend time trolling the deep web in the middle of the night, usually in a Red Bull-fueled fervor after watching a series of conspiracy videos on YouTube, but it was strange for her to return to any particular website once she’s come to her senses. Especially more than once. 

I clicked on the link and the screen went black.