You're sitting there, not paying much attention. But this place is nice,
isn't it? I lied, I didn't just happen to meet you outside, and drag you
here with me for a "friendly get-together", I've been wanting to take you
here for a long time. The atmosphere matches you; the lights of candles
play quite nice on your face, and for a moment... I'm breathless.
I could say things that would sound silly. Things that I know neither want to hear, but I'd say them if it changed anything. Who am I kidding? You're not even looking at me. You've been in some sort of daze, too blinded by the shiny ring stuck on your finger. He gave you that ring, didn't he? That's why it makes you happy, isn't it?
I wonder...You wouldn't be happy if I were the one, would you? I'm right, aren't I? You sip your drink, look back down at the table; you don't want to look at me. I make you uncomfortable, don't I? But that's okay.
I could say a lot of things, that... I loved you, and in all my life, in all I remember of it, I've never felt the same about one person the way I feel about you. Time passes, there are other people, and there would always be other girls... But none of them are like you, Redd. You're one in a million, always have been, haven't you?
My head is spinning; I'm not sure what it's from. But all I know is at this moment I'd like to stop time completely, and have you stay here in this moment forever. I wonder... What are you thinking? What's exactly going on in that head of yours?
And you speak, same old thing. Every word is about him, and it makes me both a bit sad and angry at the same time, but I don't say anything. I just continue drinking my drink, watching you drink yours, and look out the window. Maybe I don't belong in a place like this; he should be the one here beside you, that'd make you happy. You wouldn't have problems speaking to him, and people wouldn't look at you two strangely.
I want to tell you how I feel, tell you... I love you, more now than ever. I know you feel something too, I'm not stupid. It's basic animal attraction... You can smell it in the air, it makes me sad. Because that's all it is, isn't it? Lust and nothing more. Maybe... in a different time, a different place it'd be different, but here it's the same.
I'm drunk, maybe you should be too. Maybe if you were you would forget all about him and just want to stay here with me, go back home with me, be with me... But... you've swallowed the last of your drink; you've looked at your watch,
"I better be going now. Thanks for the drinks, Logan."
Author Notes: There's a lovely song by Ken Hirai of the same title which inspired this fanfiction. It's basically the same story, but just implanted with characters I adore. The story is short because I felt it needed to be simple, it was written because I wanted to show a sad side to Logan, a side I feel needs to be show more. Thanks for reading, reviews appreciated.
I could say things that would sound silly. Things that I know neither want to hear, but I'd say them if it changed anything. Who am I kidding? You're not even looking at me. You've been in some sort of daze, too blinded by the shiny ring stuck on your finger. He gave you that ring, didn't he? That's why it makes you happy, isn't it?
I wonder...You wouldn't be happy if I were the one, would you? I'm right, aren't I? You sip your drink, look back down at the table; you don't want to look at me. I make you uncomfortable, don't I? But that's okay.
I could say a lot of things, that... I loved you, and in all my life, in all I remember of it, I've never felt the same about one person the way I feel about you. Time passes, there are other people, and there would always be other girls... But none of them are like you, Redd. You're one in a million, always have been, haven't you?
My head is spinning; I'm not sure what it's from. But all I know is at this moment I'd like to stop time completely, and have you stay here in this moment forever. I wonder... What are you thinking? What's exactly going on in that head of yours?
And you speak, same old thing. Every word is about him, and it makes me both a bit sad and angry at the same time, but I don't say anything. I just continue drinking my drink, watching you drink yours, and look out the window. Maybe I don't belong in a place like this; he should be the one here beside you, that'd make you happy. You wouldn't have problems speaking to him, and people wouldn't look at you two strangely.
I want to tell you how I feel, tell you... I love you, more now than ever. I know you feel something too, I'm not stupid. It's basic animal attraction... You can smell it in the air, it makes me sad. Because that's all it is, isn't it? Lust and nothing more. Maybe... in a different time, a different place it'd be different, but here it's the same.
I'm drunk, maybe you should be too. Maybe if you were you would forget all about him and just want to stay here with me, go back home with me, be with me... But... you've swallowed the last of your drink; you've looked at your watch,
"I better be going now. Thanks for the drinks, Logan."
Author Notes: There's a lovely song by Ken Hirai of the same title which inspired this fanfiction. It's basically the same story, but just implanted with characters I adore. The story is short because I felt it needed to be simple, it was written because I wanted to show a sad side to Logan, a side I feel needs to be show more. Thanks for reading, reviews appreciated.
