So guys, this is the penultimate chapter. Gradually, we have to say goodbye to this story. But now first have fun with the chapter.
(I hope the end is not too kitschy for you.)
Curing
4 months later:
Logan was in his room at the clinic and looked around once again. So it looked like he had packed everything. Today it finally happened. He had succeeded. The four months had been incredibly difficult, but it was worth it. Now he stood before the mirror and looked at his face. He raised his hand and ran a finger over the long scar that moved crosswise over his left cheek. It knocked and Logan turned his head to the door. Sky came in. She smiled when she saw him. "Oh, good. I thought you'd already gone."
"Not yet." Logan smiled. Sky had really been a great help to him lately. She was a patient here too. She came to him and stood next to him. "Are you ready for it?," she asked softly. Logan looked back at the mirror. "It's difficult. Here I got used to it, but outside..."
Sky nodded. She knew what he meant. "But it will not be as bad as you might think. Well, there will be people who ask stupid questions, but you don't have to pay attention to them."
Logan nodded but was not quite convinced. There was a knock again, and Dr. Carter came in. He had often visited Logan. "Well Logan, are you ready?"
Logan nodded and turned to Sky again. "Thank you. Thank you for everything. You really were a great help."
She laughed. "You're welcome." She hugged him. "You can be proud of yourself. And good luck for your future."
"Thank you." He pulled away from her, took his bag, and they went to the door. He waved at her and then he and Dr. Carter set off.
Camille sat on her bed. Four months! For four months Logan had already left. They had hardly contact with each other. So she had spent a bit of time talking about him. Most of all, with Dr. Carter. Camille had kept her promise and had regularly visited the therapist. This was especially worthwhile because Carter often visited Logan in the clinic. He sometimes played the postman and delivered news to the two. Camille had to smile when she thought about it. It was getting darker with time and she decided to go to sleep.
When she heard a sound, she was startled. She sat up, which was no longer easy, and waited. Again she heard something. She looked at the clock. It was in the middle of the night. She got up and stood beside the door. After a few minutes, the door opened. Camille held her breath. If this was a prank of the guys, it wasn't funny at all. A person entered the room and looked around. Now the person stood exactly with his back to Camille and she took advantage of this opportunity. As she pushed against the person from behind, the unknown lost the balance and fell forward. "Ouch."
Camille froze. This voice. This voice, which she would immediately recognize among millions of voices. But that couldn't be. "Logan?"
There was a brief silence and then, "Yes. Well, I am used to being knocked down by you, but do you have to scare me every time?"
Camille quickly turned on the light. In front of her lay Logan. But he didn't seem to be angry at all, as she had just thought. On the contrary, his eyes were shining, and a small amused smile was around his lips.
"Logan!," she screamed happily, hugging him impetuously. Logan laughed and returned the embrace.
"I can't believe you're back," Camille said softly. Meanwhile they were lying on the bed, arm in arm.
"Get used to it. From now on, I'll always be with you," Logan said, kissing her slightly. Camille smiled, then looked thoughtfully at Logan's face. She raised a hand, but hesitated and looked at him questioningly. He nodded to her, and she ran a finger over his scar. Logan got a goose bumps at this touch. Camille dropped her hand slowly. Suddenly she had tears in her eyes. Logan looked at her, frightened. "What's the matter?"
"I'm just glad that I got you."
"Are these the hormones?"
Camille smiled slightly. "Maybe a little bit."
Logan shook his head and pulled her close to him. "Don't worry. I will always be with you. You will not lose me." Then he began to cover her face, neck, and nape with kisses. "I love you," he whispered, and Camille was overjoyed.