It was never supposed to go this far.
That's all that Logan could think as he heard Veronica's words echo in his mind. Then her biting sarcasm was back.
"Explanation? Apology?"
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. He'd been angry. He'd been hurt. And most of all, he'd been alone. And he felt better knowing that his Ronica was alone too. That there was someone who knew how it felt.
So he'd isolated her for her betrayal (his betrayal, his father's betrayal, her father's betrayal, and, more than anything else, Lilly's betrayal), made certain that she didn't have anyone to turn to. He'd torn her down, and, brick by brick, had built the walls up around her. He'd wanted to make her hurt the same way he'd been hurting.
But it was never supposed to go this far.
And even though he hadn't been the one to spread her out on the bed and press himself into her unwilling flesh, it was still his fault that someone had. Because if he hadn't made her a target, no one would have dared touch Veronica Mars.
"This isn't the way it's supposed to be," he breathed.
"But this is the way it is," she responded, a little sadly. She shook her head and closed the door, leaving him standing there with nothing but the lingering scent of promises he'd broken, and the echoes of a girl he'd once known. Until he'd dug her grave and let his "friends" push her in.
And all he could think was 'I was never supposed to go this far.'
But it did.