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It had been an incredible long and stressful day.
Rory looked very forward to taking a long shower, having chocolate ice cream while she would watch a romcom simultaneously with her mother.
It was pouring and the city looked even greyer if that was somehow possible.
Rory didn't try to avoid the puddles on the pavement, tonight she couldn't care less for she was drenched any way despite the umbrella she was carrying.
She sighed, feeling worn out.
All her limbs were as heavy as iron. Why the hell was every article she wrote not good enough?
Why didn't they give her a chance to succeed?
It was jinxed!
This was not at all how her future was supposed to be!
The rain was still drumming loudly onto her umbrella.
Merely a few more feet now and she could relax and try to shut the outside world out of her temporarily room.
But she hesitated for a moment as she saw the figure on her doorsteps.
Oh no, she thought, not again another beggar.
She's had some problems with them. It wasn't just that it got onto her nerves. She also got scared every time they turned up. But then again she would find herself feeling embarrassed and ashamed because she thought about them so badly
Rory had stopped walking.
Frantically she tried to recall if she had brought her pepper spray this morning.
Did she?
Then the figure turned its head and Rory gasped.
Her emotions swept over her like an ocean wave. Her stomach tightened, her thoughts raced, her breathing almost ceased while her pulse sped up.
Slowly she walked closer until there were only a few feet between them.
"Hey Ace!" The name raised goose bumps on her arms. He had lost the right to call her that, hadn't he? Or would he always be allowed to call her that?
"Logan. What are you doing here?"
"I…need to talk to you. Can I come inside?"
"How long have you been out here? You are dripping wet!"
"All day I guess. So, can I talk to you for a minute? Please?"
Rory could just stare at him for a while.
He was pale and his lips were blue. He must be freezing!
Even if she wouldn't have wanted to she hardly could not invite him in.
"Come on in, before you freeze to death."
Logan's whole body trembled but he had determinedly stayed to wait for Rory to come home, despite the cold.
She was still beautiful.
The room was small but clean.
There was a kitchenette with a small table and in the other corner a sleeping couch with a small TV in front of it. Rory put her stuff onto the small table, before she faced Logan.
As she turned around she saw that he was supporting his weight by holding on to the door frame.
She frowned at him.
"Logan? Are you okay?"
His body was still trembling and suddenly the room had started to spin. He felt like he didn't have enough breathing space. Everything seemed to become tighter and tighter.
He waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine." He straightened. "Ace, listen I am sorry! There's something I need to tell you, actually there are lots of things, but it's basically that I know about…" He suddenly staggered.
"Logan…" Rory grew concerned now. She stepped in front of him, holding his shoulders. He was so cold.
"It's okay." He shook his head lightly to get rid of the sudden dizziness. "Your work. I know you have a rough time and…"
Rory stepped backwards. She didn't want any sympathy from him.
"…I feel responsible cause my dad…" The dizziness heightened and clouded the room. "…my…" He staggered again.
"Logan!" Rory's shriek was very faint in his ears.
He looked at her face.
The room swayed.
Her face.
Another faint shriek and then the lights went out.
Her beautiful face.
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