Dislaimer- I don't own anything

Logan POV

'We're over, get used to it'

Words cut like a knife, to think that I never gave up on us and she, the solider did- she gave up on our mission. There were nights when I questioned whether we would make it but I kept the faith and tried to stay strong for her while she was pulling away.

Her and Alec? How could I not see it, they are the same, encrypted, one a kind made in a lab to fight and kill but to me she was my dark angel. I can't see any way to go on, what's the point I've lost my will to live and she has a new one. I numbly stagger over to the computer desk and retrieve the gun from the top drawer. How ironic that I promised myself months ago that I would never use this because it would cause my angel pain- she told me so when she found my contemplating suicide after my legs gave out after her magical infusion. Now, I want to cause her pain just as she has just ripped my heart out and spat on it and for me, I want the pain to go away.

I look around the familiar room remembering better times when we were on the same side, fighting for the same cause but now I can't fight any more I have no energy. Every object holds a memory of her and every square inch of floor has been graced by her feet. No more. Holding the barrel to my head I pull the trigger back and exhale; no more pain, no more stress, no more manticore- freedom to start anew and put an end to the game that we can't seem to get out of.

Release of the catch and it's done I hit the ground yet I do not feel it. I'm floating away to a warm place full of light and then it turns dark, cold, bitter. It's not meant to be like this- I wanted heaven, peace. No such luck I have just taken my own life and left Max alone the one thing I promised I wouldn't do but it's too late, I'm gone ' I'm sorry Max' I scream inside my head as my life slips away ' you wouldn't let me love you on earth so I have to go somewhere I can love you.'

Then Nothing.

Max POV

Hours later I enter the block again for the second time that night with a distinct tug that something is very wrong. I push open the door and I can't breath. The sight I see is my personal hell, blood floods the floor and the limp body no longer resembles the man I love. I'm sorry, so sorry. It's all my fault my mind aches as I empty my stomach's contest on the floor.

Then I see it- the gun, the murderer of my beloved and I know what's happened. Logan I 'm sorry, I love you but now I can't even feel that because I have lost you I have lost my life-

I Am Dead.