Usual disclaimers... I don't own anything... I'm just have a weird imagination
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MAYBE
Logan Echolls had always been sadistic by nature, self destructive, out of control at a four way junction. Scars, cuts and bruises litter his past, present and future. He'd get in a fight with anyone even if there wasn't a reason.
Maybe he's just a sadistic bastard.
But there had always been one constant in his life. Her. Veronica Mars was her name, pixie spy magic was her game.
Maybe he didn't know how to let her go.
The girl with the golden hair and magnify glass. Well that last part was a little over exaggerated, but it's always how he pictured her when he thought about her.
Maybe she is all he can think about.
He had to feel her one more time. Just feel her warmth, just see her smile. To him she looked like an angel. He was a mess around her, a head case.
Maybe he's in over his head.
He's a sick twisted bastard, and if he was being truthful to himself, he'd admit he still loved her, but honesty never had a place in his world of lies and non bedtime like stories.
Maybe he needs the lie.
He'd loved her, he'd let her in, he'd given his all, and she'd broken him. He he'd been a shadow of former self. She'd chewed him up and spat him out and he fed himself to her over and over again.
Maybe he doesn't understand the term "Self damnation."
He had to give her one last chance to destroy him, he'd become addicted to her own brand of destruction. He was under her spell and she was his favourite fix of heroin, and she always left him wanting more.
Maybe he needs outside help.
As he stops her, the look in her eyes is heart rendering, he's broken already and she hasn't even worked up a sweat. But it doesn't stop him getting closer.
Maybe he couldn't breath without her.
They don't have to exchange words, she knows why he's here. He feels her shiver under his touch. Soon they're both on their backs. It doesn't matter anymore, he couldn't of held out any longer even if he had wanted to.
Maybe he liked the smell of failure in the morning.
She was that special kind of female, one that could render any man speechless in one look. The sun ruined it all. It always ruined it all. He'd succeeded on his path of self destruction. If only he had the courage to tell her he loved her, maybe it wouldn't be like this every time.
Maybe he needed to be braver.
She broke his heart again that morning, without even realising it. She never realised it. Because if he was to tell her... now that sort of rejection he couldn't handle.
Maybe he doesn't know how to quit her.
He can still feel the lingering looks, the tingling of her lips, the electricity behind her touch. She's got witch craft on her side. The blonde bombshell, blondes were always his weakness. Silly boy that he is, he should have known, from the get go, she had him on his knees.
Maybe one day he'll be exactly what she needs, but he won't be there, maybe one day he'll be strong enough, but not today, never today.