The cold reality
By: silverstar27
A/N: I'm just gonna write this if ya like it tell me if ya don't still tell me. I'm not sure if there is anymore to this story SO if you like it I might. Thanks for all your reviews.
This is a description of the events of the day Logan wanted to end it all.
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He had come to an understanding. He wanted something and that something was so out of reach, or so he thought. A cold desperate feeling spread across the penthouse as he shut down his computers for what might be, no what would be the last time. He looked at a picture of Max, he wouldn't tell her but he loved her and he knew he couldn't have her. There were many things he wish he could have changed, his past and the events that were slowly playing out in front of him, he wanted to escape the hell fires he was facing. All that he had endured was enough for me, but he knew he wasn't going to die in vain; he was making a point a fine one at that, one he had thought long and hard about. This was his finest hour, in his mind; this was a way of escape. An escape from the hurt and pain that fate seemed to love to give him. Max could live with it, he knew that she was strong enough. Eyes Only would die trying to make a point in a world full of corruption, filth and degradation.
Logan sat in front of his computers, staring at the now darkened screen. He swiftly moved to get the gun out of a small compartment under his desk. He took out the gun and the ammo. Studying the gun he had bought to give him security and safety, would now be the object that brought him death. He slowly and carefully loaded the gun. Click the gun was now loaded, he knew what he wanted and he knew what he was doing. He readied the gun and looked at it once more. Placing the cold barrel to his head, he was ready. He looked once more at a picture of Max; taking in the sight he closed his eyes, as if to burn the image in his mind.
The cold wind rushed around Max as she made her way hurriedly to Logan's penthouse. Thought's of finding his cold, cold body slumped on the floor, chilled her. She knew she loved Logan more than she probably should, but she had to save him even if she didn't love him. She raced on feeling her heart begin to pound, it was as if the floor had dropped and someone had drained her body of the much necessary equilibrium her brain craved. Minutes passed and she finally arrived at the penthouse. Haphazardly placing her bike in the garage she raced up to the penthouse to find it empty. She had heard the ambulance just outside the building and her heart raced faster than her legs.
The door opened and closed and Logan wheeled himself in. Max rushed into his arms.
She knew he was safe, yet when she embraced him it could only be described as bitter sweet. Pain and happiness surrounded them as they came to a realization. The said few words, but their eyes were what spoke for them.
Logan tried his best to be nonchalant about hiding the gun from her, but she saw it. Although she was worried she tried her hardest not to show him. She hopped and prayed that he wouldn't do something stupid whether he thought he was trying to prove a point or not. She knew Logan well enough to know that he wanted an escape from not only his family but being stuck in the chair, but as much as he wanted an escape, it would only amount to a selfishness that would take away her small bit of light in this world of corruption, filth and degradation. That was the cold reality, well that they had to fight together, liked or not.
By: silverstar27
A/N: I'm just gonna write this if ya like it tell me if ya don't still tell me. I'm not sure if there is anymore to this story SO if you like it I might. Thanks for all your reviews.
This is a description of the events of the day Logan wanted to end it all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He had come to an understanding. He wanted something and that something was so out of reach, or so he thought. A cold desperate feeling spread across the penthouse as he shut down his computers for what might be, no what would be the last time. He looked at a picture of Max, he wouldn't tell her but he loved her and he knew he couldn't have her. There were many things he wish he could have changed, his past and the events that were slowly playing out in front of him, he wanted to escape the hell fires he was facing. All that he had endured was enough for me, but he knew he wasn't going to die in vain; he was making a point a fine one at that, one he had thought long and hard about. This was his finest hour, in his mind; this was a way of escape. An escape from the hurt and pain that fate seemed to love to give him. Max could live with it, he knew that she was strong enough. Eyes Only would die trying to make a point in a world full of corruption, filth and degradation.
Logan sat in front of his computers, staring at the now darkened screen. He swiftly moved to get the gun out of a small compartment under his desk. He took out the gun and the ammo. Studying the gun he had bought to give him security and safety, would now be the object that brought him death. He slowly and carefully loaded the gun. Click the gun was now loaded, he knew what he wanted and he knew what he was doing. He readied the gun and looked at it once more. Placing the cold barrel to his head, he was ready. He looked once more at a picture of Max; taking in the sight he closed his eyes, as if to burn the image in his mind.
The cold wind rushed around Max as she made her way hurriedly to Logan's penthouse. Thought's of finding his cold, cold body slumped on the floor, chilled her. She knew she loved Logan more than she probably should, but she had to save him even if she didn't love him. She raced on feeling her heart begin to pound, it was as if the floor had dropped and someone had drained her body of the much necessary equilibrium her brain craved. Minutes passed and she finally arrived at the penthouse. Haphazardly placing her bike in the garage she raced up to the penthouse to find it empty. She had heard the ambulance just outside the building and her heart raced faster than her legs.
The door opened and closed and Logan wheeled himself in. Max rushed into his arms.
She knew he was safe, yet when she embraced him it could only be described as bitter sweet. Pain and happiness surrounded them as they came to a realization. The said few words, but their eyes were what spoke for them.
Logan tried his best to be nonchalant about hiding the gun from her, but she saw it. Although she was worried she tried her hardest not to show him. She hopped and prayed that he wouldn't do something stupid whether he thought he was trying to prove a point or not. She knew Logan well enough to know that he wanted an escape from not only his family but being stuck in the chair, but as much as he wanted an escape, it would only amount to a selfishness that would take away her small bit of light in this world of corruption, filth and degradation. That was the cold reality, well that they had to fight together, liked or not.