Author's Note: While reading, try to separate between what is and isn't italicized. I'd say more except…the end result is always even more confusion. Constrictive confusion is welcome (and expected).
Disclaimer: Sadly, not only do I own none of them…but there is so few mentioning of names here, Rob Thomas would probably take a look and snicker.
She used to imagine this after Lilly died. His hand in her hair, his lips on her neck.
Sometimes further. Sometimes not so much. If you squinted he was Duncan. The little boy lost in a broken body-
He made the perfect fantasy fuck. They weren't so different.
Duncan was lost when he found his sister's body. If he wouldn't give her the time of day before Lilly's death, than he wouldn't then. But Logan would. Logan fucked away his grief and it wasn't working. It only got worse with each new floozy.
With Logan none of it would matter. There'd be no strings attached, but the puppet master's pull that was Lilly's memory would keep them both too entangled to ever really disengage. And even though it was just a fantasy (for both them?) she kept her hair as long as Lilly's. They both had fucked-up families.
And when it actually happened it was heaven. But the day he said her name heaven burned. But nothing ever went her way. She might imagine Duncan, but to think, under other circumstances- she'd have been fucking thrilled to know he wasn't imagining Lilly anymore.
Three weeks later and he wasn't the only one. It only took three weeks for her to break one heart and give her love another's.
And the best fucking part?
She was the one with child.
For Meg, Lilly didn't show up until after the bus crashed.
Some fantasy life she lived, huh?