Hello.
I apologise for abandoning the stories I was writing and was planning to write. I'm not very good at updating. I try, but there is never a guarantee that I will post another chapter for Rose In A Tulip Garden. I'm guessing that has to wait. Anyway, here is a very short Kogan one-shot. I don't know if I want to continue this. It has potential, but like I said, I suck at updating. I hope it hits you in the heart like it hit me. Enjoy.
His love echoes like a whisper in a dark cave, silent yet impactful, gentle yet demanding, absent but lingering. Logan lets out a sigh of pleasure as light touches drag across his skin and settle on his waist. His eyes flutter open, but even in the dark, he could see the smoldering, intense look full of awe and underlying lust in the green eyes he always found himself sinking into.
"I love you," he whispers, and lips press against his forehead in return. The pecks continues, trails down his face, and each time, Logan would scrunch his nose or giggle softly at the contact. He would feel the smile against his lips, soft and warm and full of the love he craves, the affection he yearns for, the overwhelming feeling of having his presence to hold him up and keep him afloat, and when he scoots closer —
His eyes flutter open, and the sheets he is clutching onto lay flat and crumpled on the bed. For a while, he takes in the lack of a person beside him, the cold reality crashing down on him. Tears threaten to spill as the remnants of the vivid dream float by his psyche, making it harder and harder to control his grief. As each second passes, the contented feeling depletes like it has been unplugged from the sink, every drop of it disappearing and never to be risen again. He wills himself back to sleep, but the emptiness mixed with the pain and grief stabs him in the heart over and over again, the scenes of the love they used to share only contributing to the depression he slowly sunk himself into. The cold room further attributes to his lack of presence, and the doctor curls up tight and quietly sobs into the pillow, each gasp and wail bringing about a whole new level of pain and longing for him.
Him in his bed, him in his arms, his lips pressed against his temple, his touches soothing his nerves, his scent drowning his senses, his warmth radiating from his body and keeping him comforted, his smile brightening him up even on the darkest nights. Logan couldn't stop dreaming of him.
Kendall has been dead for 3 years.