"I have to go," she said breathlessly, and ran off before he could even process that she was gone.
Once she was out of the building, she let herself sink to the ground, and sobbed into her hands.
I thought our story was epic, y'know?
Yes. She did know. It was one of the reasons she'd run from it. She wanted normal more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. And epic was about as far from normal as anything was.
She took a shuddering breathe.
Helen of Troy. Tristan and Isolde. Bonnie and Clyde. Orpheus and Eurydice. Antony and Cleopatra. Romeo and Juliet. Pyramus and Thisbe.
Sure, epic had a certain pull, a certain mystery and romanticism about it. But it was so far from what she wanted that it made her sick.
Spanning years and continents, ruined lives and bloodshed. Epic.
The Trojan War and lover's death were not things she'd dreamed of as a child. She was not up to chasing Logan Echolls all over the world to fulfill some fantasy about epic love. She didn't want his epic story. She just wanted to be normal.
She loved Logan, true, but as she sat on the sidewalk outside of the Neptune Grande after fleeing from the biggest 09er bash in history, she could only think one thing.
The face that launched a thousand ships. A sleep that could only be cured with the arrival of his love. Star-crossed lovers and tales of woe.
That epic love stories don't ever have happy endings.
