A/N: I, Candie, am a terrible person. School has gotten in my way of updating once again, and I am extremely, extremely sorry. But, I'm back, and ready to redeem myself. I hope you enjoy the Chapter, my lovelies. Sorry for any typos…

**PLEASE READ THE NOTE AFTER THE 2nd A/N****

Logan stared at the object in his hand, eyes wide, tears pouring down his ashen face. Should he do this? Could he do this? He stopped... Would it really help? He thought of Kendall, trying to stay so calm for him, so strong, being such a loyal friend. All for him. What would this do to Kendall? And Camille... She had done everything, been everything, for him. She was strong, she tried to make him feel better, she comforted him when he needed it, whether he asked or not. She was perfect. She was an angel. And he loved her. With all of his heart. He couldn't do this to her-not after everything she'd done for him, everything she was for him. Prying his shaking hand open, he dropped the horrible thing onto the ground, leaving it there. Because it wasn't worth it.

Logan released a breath he hadn't known he was holding. However glad he was that he hadn't decided to it, he still hurt, so badly. And not just emotionally. His head was pounding; he could feel the pulse of it pressuring his ears. It was making him dizzy.

Resting his head against the cool tiled wall, he closed his tired eyes, drifting into a fitful sleep.

Camille's eyes fluttered open, and she glanced around the dark living room. Running a hand over her face, she sighed. Her body felt cramped because of the curled-up position she'd spent most of the night in. Her throat ached dully-probably due to her uncontrollable sobbing the night before. Overall, she needed a shower.

Stretching, she made her way to the restroom, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, her mind refusing to work correctly until she had at least washed her face and brushed her teeth.

She opened the door, flicked on the light, and shook her head, not comprehending the sight that lay before her. Logan was curled against the tiled wall of the bathroom, his eyes closed as he slept deeply. His whole body looked frail, his face was a pale white-gray, and he had purple, bruise-like circles shadowed underneath his eyes.

She felt her breathing quicken and a sick feeling rise to her throat as she got a clear look at what was lying on the floor only a foot away from him.

A razor.

Immediately, Camille panicked, a thousand thoughts filling her horrified mind as she knelt in front of Logan. Cautiously but quickly, she grabbed his arms, one by one, and inspected them thoroughly for any sign of blood, scars, or redness.

She almost passed out with relief when she found none.

"Logan."

"Logan? Sweetie?"

Normally, Camille would have never used the sappy pet name with him, but right now, she could care less about the slight blush that the term of endearment left on her cheeks... Or how her heart fluttered when he opened his beautiful brown eyes. Nope, that was not important.

"Camille?" he answered groggily. He looked around absently, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the wretched metal object that rested tauntingly on the floor. He looked at Camille, terrified.

"O-oh gosh, Camille, I-I'm so sorry, I-I didn't d-o anything, I promise. I-it just hurt so bad, I-I didn't know what to d-do... I mean, I almost d-did, but I could n-never do that. I lo-" he stopped, his cheeks flushing red as he paused, casting his gaze to the ground.

"Logan, I know you wouldn't do that, but that fact that you even thought about it... I don't know what to do anymore. I'm... I just don't know how to help you. But, I will say this: Chase's death was not your fault. It was an accident, a terrible accident-nothing more. Please accept that, I'm begging. I can't stand you being like this. I want you back; I want funny, pessimistic, cute, nerdy, amazing, wonderful, perfect Logan back. I want my Logan back... The one I fell in love with."

Logan just stared at her, slightly open-mouthed, taking in everything she had just told him.

"It really isn't my fault?" he whispered, trying to believe his own words.

"Not one little bit." she assured him.

Logan didn't understand. How could it not be his fault? He had called Chase, wanting to talk to him… He had caused him to pick up his phone at the worst possible moment, ever. He had left. He had left his best friend, to go to LA, and live his dreams with his new friends, not giving Chase a second thought when he left.

Camille saw the pained confusion in his eyes, as he desperately tried to reason with himself.

"Look," she began, stroking his hair softly, "Were you driving that Semi-Truck that hit him?" she stopped long enough for him to look up, as he slowly shook his head.

"No…" he whispered brokenly.

"Exactly. How on Earth could this possibly be your fault?" she cooed.

"I-I left… I went with Carlos and James and Kendall to LA and just left him in Minnesota…"

"Logan, you were following your heart, your dreams—there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. And Chase understood, he accepted it. He still was still your best friend until the moment he died-you know that. He wouldn't want you be so upset, okay? That isn't what he'd want for you. He'd want you to be sad for a little while, but move on. To keep him in your memories and heart, and live your dreams with him in mind."

And, with that, Camille placed her hands gently on his flushed cheeks. And kissed Logan right on the lips. She could see his eyes widen and his face redden at the out of the blue romantic gesture- but the surprise didn't last long. Sighing, he pressed his lips into hers, softly, lovingly. For the first time in a while, Logan felt safe. He felt like this place, this moment, was exactly where he belonged. Wrapped in Camille's embrace, feeling her warmth and life transfer to his cold and lonely body.

He felt alive.

He felt complete.

He felt perfect.

A/N: O.O Romance alert, much… Sorry, guys, the Lomille was running this Chapter, as you could probably see. Again, sorry for the crazy wait, and I hope you liked the Chapter. And… Could you possibly drop a review? It would honestly make my day.

Much Love, Candie

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