Breath-taken
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com ; http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html ; Disclaimer: DA
is not mine; Rating: PG-13; Code: M/L, angst; Spoilers: "Hello, Goodbye"; Summary:
Logan's reaction during the last of this ep.
Pain can be paralyzing.
I've always known this. Or so I thought. When I'd thought that Max had died…I
couldn't move. But now… As she stands there, speaking, I can't breathe.
I can't even breathe.
At least I think that's her speaking. I can't believe this is Max. I can't believe what she's
telling me. I don't recognize her anymore. I don't recognize myself. I can't believe this
is the woman I've loved; the woman I've waited for. Telling me she's stopped waiting.
"Tell me it isn't true," I've challenged her.
"I can't," she's replied.
I can't. I can't…
I saw her. And him. I saw them, together, as he was leaving her apartment. A little too
early this morning, a little too reluctantly… Alec. And Max. Max and Alec. I've asked
her to tell me if I've gotten it wrong. I've challenged her to tell me it isn't true.
And she's told me that she can't.
This can't be Max. That's what can't be. Those can't be Max's words. This can't be
me, listening to them.
I can't even feel my own body, for Christ's sake. Or the glass in my hand. I know it's
still there. I can swear I hear something shattering against the floor, but it's probably just
my heart…
"I can't."
My heart… A heart that's prevailed against the deadliest virus known to man. Twice.
Shattered by words.
Words more painful than a botched mission in Wyoming. More devastating than a year
wasted; than ten hours and fifty minutes stolen.
Words more destructive than a bullet…more paralyzing…
"I can't." And now:
"It's over…We're done. Get used to it."
Words that have taken my breath and given Max a means of escape. A means of
escaping me.
She leaves.
And I've learned true pain. True paralysis.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com ; http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html ; Disclaimer: DA
is not mine; Rating: PG-13; Code: M/L, angst; Spoilers: "Hello, Goodbye"; Summary:
Logan's reaction during the last of this ep.
Pain can be paralyzing.
I've always known this. Or so I thought. When I'd thought that Max had died…I
couldn't move. But now… As she stands there, speaking, I can't breathe.
I can't even breathe.
At least I think that's her speaking. I can't believe this is Max. I can't believe what she's
telling me. I don't recognize her anymore. I don't recognize myself. I can't believe this
is the woman I've loved; the woman I've waited for. Telling me she's stopped waiting.
"Tell me it isn't true," I've challenged her.
"I can't," she's replied.
I can't. I can't…
I saw her. And him. I saw them, together, as he was leaving her apartment. A little too
early this morning, a little too reluctantly… Alec. And Max. Max and Alec. I've asked
her to tell me if I've gotten it wrong. I've challenged her to tell me it isn't true.
And she's told me that she can't.
This can't be Max. That's what can't be. Those can't be Max's words. This can't be
me, listening to them.
I can't even feel my own body, for Christ's sake. Or the glass in my hand. I know it's
still there. I can swear I hear something shattering against the floor, but it's probably just
my heart…
"I can't."
My heart… A heart that's prevailed against the deadliest virus known to man. Twice.
Shattered by words.
Words more painful than a botched mission in Wyoming. More devastating than a year
wasted; than ten hours and fifty minutes stolen.
Words more destructive than a bullet…more paralyzing…
"I can't." And now:
"It's over…We're done. Get used to it."
Words that have taken my breath and given Max a means of escape. A means of
escaping me.
She leaves.
And I've learned true pain. True paralysis.