A/N: Sup, peeps! This my second BTR story, but my first Jagan pairing. It's a songfic based on Baeza's song Far From Ready, so check that out. Still not sure how long this is gonna be, but it'll probably be about the same length as my Kenlos story or longer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, the characters, or the song Far From Ready by Baeza and I make no profit from this story.
Prologue
James groaned and rolled over, trying to escape the bright rays of sun pressing down on him through his bedroom window. The light fueled the hammers pounding within his head, strengthening the blows. Not for the first time he wondered if he would ever get used to it; if it would ever become bearable. Drinking and getting high is a lot more fun while you're doing it than it is the next morning.
Still disoriented and more than slightly hung over, he reached an arm over to the other side of the bed. It fell on empty, cold sheets. For a moment he was confused, and then he remembered. He's gone. James humorlessly laughed aloud at himself before he slowly slid out of bed, heading towards the shower. He turned the water on, not caring if it was too hot or not, before stepping under the spray.
How had he forgotten? Logan had been gone over a week already. Logan had said he was done. He had said they were over. James almost had himself convinced that he didn't care anymore, but as he stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his hips, that conviction went away.
For the first time since he stumbled in earlier that morning, he looked around his apartment. It seemed different somehow. And under closer scrutiny, he realized why.
Logan's things were gone. All his pictures, all his books, the little knick-knacks and things you wouldn't notice unless you were looking for them. He checked the closet and Logan's side was empty. He must have come and gotten them while I was gone yesterday, James thought. He didn't know why he was so surprised. Logan had said he would. But a small part of him had hoped that Logan would come back and try to work things out.
Now, as he stared at the barren rack in the closet, he knew he wouldn't. It was really over.
Logan was gone for good, but James wasn't going to cry. He was done with that. Fuck Logan. If he was going to throw away a nearly four-year long relationship and a friendship that had lasted longer than that because James made a mistake and he didn't want to try to fix it, then James didn't need him. There were plenty of fish in the sea, so to speak. He didn't need Logan.
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