I'm sorry it's later that it should have been, sorry about that. I got caught up in a few things and wrote this in a little over 15 minutes so sorry if it's crappy.

Enjoy the final chapter!

James stopped resisting against the shorter Brunette when the latter suddenly froze above him.

They were sprawled on the floor, with Logan straddling Jameswith the kitchen knife in his hand, ready to strike. Logan had suddenly stopped attacking James and his head cocked slightly to the right with a distant look on his face.

James watched in amazement as he witnessed Logan seeing a hallucination right in front of his own eyes.

It was fascinating...

He watched as Logan shook his head slightly a few seconds later, his eyes regaining focus. Logan lowered the knife and rested it beside James's head, he bent down so his face was right beside James's ear.

"I'm the picture number three-hundred." Logan whispered in his ear and straightened up again, raising his knife once again with a small smile on his face.

A tired smile, James corrected himself.

James closed his eyes, preparing for the pain.

Then it all happened too fast for his head to register. A gunshot rang out and James's eyes flew open just in time to see Logan's body sway slightly, before falling to the right and hitting the floor with a loud thud. James crawled away from Logan's unmoving body, his eyes fixated on the hole in the side of Logan's forehead. He turned his head towards the door, seeing the unfamiliar Latino lowering his gun; seemingly in shock himself.

"Are you okay?

James nodded frantically, eyes blown wide.

James drummed his hand against the counter, waiting.

He had gone to the bookstore, the book was released today. Logan's book. It was exactly one month after Logan was shot and the investigation was all wrapped up. They had found a serial killer, who had killed over ten people including his own wife.

He remembered Kendall feeling so guilty when he was told that Logan's condition was caused by him. Carlos was very shaky after shooting Logan, after all, he was his best friend. Emily broke down; she couldn't believe she didn't see what was happening with her brother. She was sleep-deprived for a few days but James helped her with that, sending her into a deep sleep for over forty-eight hours.

She woke up better.

As for James himself, he was devastated. Logan had been family, whether he liked it or not. But Logan also was a very rare case. One in a million, if he would say so himself. Cases like Logan's were the reason James chose that field of studies. He craved to study those cases, cure them, if possible.

James felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around. The bookstore owner handed him the book with a smile, telling him about how this was the last copy. Apparently, Logan's death and his mental illness have helped the book majorly when it came to sales. Kendall had insisted that all profit goes to funding James's research into visual hallucinations.

Hallucinations...

James chuckled at the irony. Logan wasn't suffering only from hallucinations, he saw the future, and James believed that whole heatedly. But still, he found naming the book Hallucinations was both ironic and fitting to the situation.

As James walked out of the bookstore, he felt that he was in a good place. He owed it to his dead cousin to research the illness that killed her indirectly. He wasn't sure if Camille's cheating was a hallucination or Logan seeing the future. It was something that had worsened Logan's condition. To Logan, Camille was one among very few people who hadn't disappointed Logan and he trusted her with his life. And frankly, James couldn't wrap his head about Camille cheating, he knew she loved Logan more than anything and anyone. She could've asked for a divorce when she figured out Logan's hallucinations and his night trips, but she chose to stay, she chose to help him and fight for him so why would she cheat now?

James would never understand that.

He ran his hand over the dark crimson, blood colour of the book cover and grimaced.

At least Logan got his final wish.

He completed his book with a final photo of his own corpse.

On a scale from 1 to 10, how bad was this epilogue?

Hope you guys enjoyed this story and I'm glad I at least made a friends outs out of it. Thank you all.

-J