"Please, shut up. I can't stand you anymore."

"What do you mean?" Rory said, her voice shivering and painful.

"I. Can't. Stand. You. Any. More. Is it really hard to understand?"

Rory stood in silence, her eyes full of tears. Logan has been acting eerily for a pair of weeks, and he was becoming more nervous every single day.

"I can't bear your faultlessness, your ethic, your "charming" smile one more day." he said bitingly. "This is a breakup, Rory, a real one. I'm moving and I don't want to hear from you."

Without a single word, Logan took his case and went away. Rory stood in front of the door, wordless and astonished. She felt no pain, no anger, nothing at all. She just felt empty, as if someone had stolen her own heart and thrown it far. Two weeks later they were happy and satisfied, they were even talking about marriage, and now he had gone.

He had gone and she didn't even know why. However, there was so much rage in his voice, so much hate.

This was definitely the end, Rory was pretty sure there was no reason to hope he would have come back.

She was alone, again.

At the same time Logan was seating in his car. His eyes were full of tears too, but he was a man and he wouldn't have cried. There was no need to do so, it wasn't going to solve his problem. He breathed deeply and turned the car on. Someone was waiting for him and he doesn't want to be late.

This could have been the last time he had seen Rory, he perfectly knew it, however, he couldn't change things. Leaving her alone and disappearing was the right decision.

His father's voice was still resounding in his ears, he could not stop it.

"Come on, Logan, I have no time for it. We have no more time for you. I spent all my life watching you putting yourself into troubles, getting drunk, going to jail, jumping from a flop to another. This is too much for us, Logan. I can pay, that's all. Now, please, go away, I have a lot of work to do."

"I need your money to pay for this, but first of all I need someone to be..."

"To be? To be what? Maybe to lose some more time close to you?"

"You're right. Nobody deserves to lose his time with me. Goodbye, Mr. Huntzberger."

A hour later he reached his destination, parked his car and went to the reception.

"Good Evening. I'm Logan Huntzberger."

"Good Evening, Sir. Sit down and wait for a moment, please."

Five minutes later a pretty girl came close to him.

"Good evening,. Mr. Huntzberger. My name is Emily and I'm here to help you. Can I bring your case?"

"I can do it myself."

"Let me carry it, please, I'm here for you."

"Well, if you insist, you're welcome."

"Are you feeling well? Has your journey been tiring?"

"Quite well, as well as possible, I suppose."

Emily opened a white door and they both entered a wide, sunny room.

"This is your bed; there's another one next to yours, it is for your family or friends."

"Nobody's coming." he said bitterly, and Emily noticed a sad shadow darken his handsome face.

"Well, I'll be right here, so call me whenever you need something, Mr. Huntzberger."

"I think in the next days you will get to know me better than most of my friends, so, please, call me Logan."

"Ok, Logan, we should unpack your luggage now."

AN Sorry for my mistakes, I'm not a native speaker. Both laudations and criticism will be welcomed.