All Together

This is the final installment of the series..so..enjoy..

"How do you feel after that insane performance?" a female with fake breasts, and even more fake smile inquired, shoving her microphone into Logan's face. He paused for a moment, his chocolate eyes vacant and narrow.

"I feel incredible." Logan replied, his voice sounding hollow and strained, "I think it was the performance of a life time. I am so grateful to all the fans who came out and supported me. I think that they were really pleased with the concert."

"It sounds like it!" the reporter giggled, pausing so that the camera man could film the endless crowds going wild with excitement. There had to be at least 20,000 people, standing in the bitter cold; simply waiting for Logan to show his face. He could hear them calling his name, but it meant nothing. If he was being completely honest, nothing meant anything to him anymore. Not since...

"I don't feel that way for you." Carlos said, plainly, "I am here only by coincidence. Now, please just let me leave."

"Carlos." Logan whimpered, "Please don't go, I love you so much. Please don't leave."

"I'm sorry." Carlos sighed, and then he was gone.

The scene played with a horror film in Logan's head, from the time it happened to his current situation. He was supposed to be giving an interview about his most successful concert ever, but all he could think about was how the person he so adored rejected him, and how it felt like a knife ripping into his heart over and over again until it was nothing but bits of gore in a puddle of blood. Logan almost wondered if he reached down, would he feel a hole in his body and would he pull his hand away covered in his own blood. He placed his hand to his chest and, while there was no blood, there was also no heartbeat. Sure enough, his heart was gone.

"Logan?" the reporter chirped, "Logan, are you still with us?"

"What?" Logan was suddenly aware that he had been lost in his own thoughts on live television, "Sorry, I am totally listening."

"I said, are you going to play a song for us?" the reporter spoke in the most asinine, high-pitched voice. It made Logan want to punch her really hard until the tiniest morsel of intelligence was pounded into her skull. That, of course, would have been very very wrong. Instead, he pulled himself together and began speaking.

"Yeah, I'll be performing a song for you guys." He grinned, "I don't know if anyone has heard it yet, so I hope you like it."

"Why don't we go to commercial while you get set up." she suggested, even though it was the set plan and that was what was going to happen.

The camera's stopped rolling, and everything around Logan became a blur. He was pulled from his seat, and lead to a small stage where a microphone, and guitar, were waiting for him. He was dazed as his face was slapped by a make-up artist, out of it when his guitar was strapped on him, and indifferent when he heard the announcer tell him that they would be live in 5, 4, 3, 2...

"And we are back with Logan Mitchell!" the voice pierced his thoughts again, "He is going to be singing a song he wrote. Let's all turn our focus on him!"

The lights were up, and the cue was released. Logan forced himself to start strumming the opening chords of the song as everything but his guitar fell silent. He leaned into the microphone and began singing the song he had written...for him.

"Love will abide," Logan sang, "take things in stride. It sounds like good advice, but there's no one at my side and time washes clean loves wounds unseen. That's what someone told me but I don't know what it means because I have done everything I know to try and make you mine. I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time.

Logan breathed in relief, he was able to get through the first part of the song without freaking out as he so desperately wanted to do. Just a few more verse to go, and he could finally have some time to himself. With every word he sang, the realization that Carlos was never coming back to him hit him harder and harder. His eyes were moist, and his voice was strained as he sang the last verse of the song.

"Wait for the day, you'll go away knowing that you warned me of the price I'd have to pay and life's full of flaws. Who knows the cause. Living in a memory of love that never was because I have done everything I know to try and change your mind and I think I'm gonna miss you for a long long time. Yes, I've done everything I know to try and make you mine. And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time."

Twin trails of tears were streaming down his face as he strummed the last chord, and the lights in front of him died. Almost robotically, he rose from the chair he was sitting in and walked away from the stage and off set. He was supposed to return for a closing statement, but that was the last thing on his mind.

Security, though not expecting him, was ready as Logan walked through the back entrance, and outside toward the black limousine that was waiting for him. A bevy of fan girls stood at the door, screaming for Logan, but they went completely unnoticed. Two large security guards helped him into the car, and it pulled away.

Logan leaned back in his seat, as the trails of tears turned into running streams and his body began shaking as the dam long suppressed sobs finally broke and he released his emotions. Carlos, his great love, was gone and never again would he feel those soft, but strong, arms wrap around his scrawny body and reassure him that he was safe in the world. As Logan collapsed on the seat, the radio softly played mournful melodies.

"I fall to pieces," Patsy Cline poured through the radio, "each time someone speaks your name. I fall to pieces, time only adds to the flame."

Moments later, the car was pulling into the front of the hotel and Logan was escorted inside. When he got to the elevator, he told the guards he could handle it from there and walked into the elevator carriage by himself. It lifted him to the 22nd floor, and he stepped out into an empty lobby. As he neared his suite, his spirits were suddenly lifted and he began to wonder some thoughts that even surprised him.

"Maybe Carlos is there!" Logan grinned, "I'll bet Carlos is in my suite right now, and he will have flowers and he will tell me how much he loves me! We'll be together forever!"

Logan took off in a dead sprint for the double, white doors, praying that he would find his lover. He slid his card key through the lock, and swung the door open. The lights were on, and soft piano music was playing. Logan bit his lip nervously, remembering that these were Carlos' key romantic staples. Logan followed the music, realizing that he was walking toward the bathroom where he could hear the bath water running; another one of Carlos' favorite things to do. Before he entered the bathroom, Logan noticed dozens of bouquets of red roses on the bed.

"He is here!" Logan smiled, "Carlos, you came for me."

"Logan?" he heard a voice from the bathroom calling him, "Logan, in here."

Logan ran to the bathroom door, and swung it open. Sitting on the counter, between two large sinks and calling Logan's name was a radio. The voice was a cd that was playing

"Logan." the voice called again, "We're the hotel staff, we just wanted to thank you for choosing our hotel. We have a bath waiting for you, and your favorite flowers and foods as well. Enjoy your stay."

The sound clip stopped, and so did Logan's heart. His face fell, and he slumped to the floor as the tears resumed once more. He was been mistaken, Carlos wasn't waiting for him. Carlos didn't love him, anymore. Maybe he never did. Logan laid on the floor, and sobbed as his last ditch effort for hope and happiness was crushed by a stupid cd recording.

He didn't know how long he had been on the floor, but he knew it was time to get up and move on. Carlos was gone, and he was never coming back. Logan looked around the room, admiring it's beauty. The floor was done in a nice white marble tiling, the bathtub was large, with many jets and was also done in white marble. It looked very nice, warm, and inviting. It was just what Logan needed after everything. He undid the buttons of his sweat soaked shirt, and flipped it off his delicate shoulders. Next, his slid his pants over his slim hips along with his boxers. He stood naked in the bathroom, accepting the cold air as it hit him.

Logan stepped into the bathtub, sighing happily as the warm water hit his skin. He slid down until he was almost completely submerged, with only his head above water. This was it, this was the happiness he had been searching for. He looked down, and there it was. He grabbed his, playing with it in his hands and then took a deep breath. With one long stroke, he dragged it down the length of his open, a thin rope of red seeping out. Then he repeated the motion on his other arm, and the redness appeared once again. His arms became heavy, and fell to the bottom of the tub and he winced from the sting of the water; the metal razor hit the floor with a soft clang.

"I've done everything I know." Logan sighed as he felt himself drifting away; the love of his life on his mind as he took his final breaths. Carlos wasn't there, and never would be again. He had lost the only person who truly loved and now, silent and alone, Logan died in the bathtub.

-The End-

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