A/N:
This will most likely be the second to last chapter. If you want more, please
review with suggestions.
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Title:
Who else
Name:
Joy
Email:
SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating: PG-13
I wake up in Logan's arms and wonder if I'll ever go
home. I wonder what Original Cindy thinks about the fact I haven't been home in
days with no word. I bet she's called Logan to check on me and he just hasn't
mentioned it. He is beautiful asleep and awake. I really like this…here…us.
Touching, holding, talking…all the things that make romance what people long
for.
It's funny but as I'm lying here, I realize if I
were captured tomorrow, I have a reason to get out. Before Logan and I got
together, I just had a notion of freedom as the reason I would fight. Now I
have love, the most individualistic and strongest emotion. I can't because a
drone again…I'm too human. Logan isn't my weakness he's my strength. I would
give anything for him, including myself…but I'll always come for him. Lydecker,
Manticore, or Hell its self couldn't keep me from my love…not anymore. I'm too
human…too strong.
What's that expression? 'Hell hath no fury like a
woman scorned.' Hell also hath no fury like a woman separated from love… I
could burn down Gillette, Wyoming with no problem, if I was taken from Logan. I
pledge on the heart of my sleeping love I'll always come for him…even in death.
I understand that play Logan loves so much now. I
couldn't comprehend of anyone falling in love in a day or being willing to die
for the other. I can picture Romeo on his knees screaming his lungs out for the
love for his wife. I can picture Logan on his knees screaming my name. I can
picture myself with the vial of sleeping potion or wailing in my bed at the
thought of Logan's death…
One night…that's all they had together… yet the
story is gets stronger with time. I've got time with Logan. I don't know how
long, but I'll take it…I understand now… Star Crossed Lovers… No, I don't think
so… I think we're meant to be.
I figure I should get out of bed before I attack
Logan in his sleep. I think there are rules about surprising people with sex
while their sleeping a certain number of times during a week. I think I'm past
my quota. It's not like he hasn't been receptive…its just I don't want it to
become an automatic reaction if I wake him up in the middle of the night. I
would hate to have it be that I need help with a seizure and he thinks its
foreplay… Now I'm just being dumb.
The living room and TV awaits me. I could go for a
drive but it's only an hour or so before the shakes hit so I better not.
Nothing good is on… I'll write. It's served me well so far. I get what's in my
head out, plus it makes Logan feel special. Who would have guessed I'd be any
good at poetry? Logan says it's because I have an old soul. I asked him to
define that…He couldn't… Funny…an old soul. Why would my soul be older then
anyone else's? Strange expression… Oh, well… Pen and paper…
Who Else
Who else
would I
bleed
for
pray for
live
for
fight
for
die
for
Who else
would I
talk
to
write
to
give
to
run
to
make
love to
Who else
would I
seek
hold
comfort
trust
love
Who else…
