Summary: Logan's world loses its color.
Warning: Angst ahead. I made myself sad. Don't read it if you have tender baby feelings like me. The next one is happier. Promise.
Bereft
"-sorry to have to tell you this."
"Yeah."
Logan didn't care that his voice cracked. Didn't even remember ending the call.
Because Marie was dead.
And had been for the last eight months.
Right after he'd left, and he never even knew.
That was the trouble of losing track of people. Even if you were giving them space.
When she hadn't answered his calls, he'd simply thought she was still angry at him. But she'd never even received them. He wasn't sure if that was worse.
If he'd just let her come with him- but he hadn't and now she never would.