Talk At Night
Could this really be true? Was that possible? Logan wasn't sure. Still, after a moment's hesitation, he asked, "What … what are you doing here?"
She raised her eyebrows and said, "Well … I promised you we'd talk."
He just stared at her. That was all so wrong. He had imagined this situation quite differently. Then another question occurred to him, "And why now? We've been back here for over a week."
She nodded slowly. "Yes, I know. But I needed some time."
Logan looked away. He suddenly realized he was seeing Camille for the first time since this incident happened between them. He sighed. "I never thought you'd want to see me again."
"Honestly, neither am I. But when Kendall came to tell me you were sick …" She stopped, but Logan finished the sentence for her, "You have realized that you are still worried about me."
She nodded. "Exactly."
Silence spread between them. Both knew what had to be said, but nobody wanted to start. Finally, Logan raised his head and looked into her face. "How should we go on?"
Camille sighed. Now she had to tell him her decision. She got up, walked over to the window, and stared out into the night. Then she turned to him and said, "I've been thinking about it for a long time. Logan, I'd love to take you back and give you another chance, but I can only do that if you can forgive yourself."
He looked at her in confusion. "What does this mean?"
"That you have to deal with your feelings of guilt. Otherwise, another relationship wouldn't make sense."
"But I'll never forget that."
"I know. But you can learn to accept it."
"How long do I have time?"
"One week." She bit her lower lip, then added, "But if you still haven't made a decision after that, it's over."
Logan nodded sadly. Camille decided it was time to leave. She approached him and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night," she said softly and went out.