Chapter Three- The Breakdown
For the first two days after Max had learned of Logan's death, she refused to leave his room. Cindy had found her later that night, curled up in a tight ball, deeply asleep. Since then, she hadn't eaten, hadn't changed her clothes. Cindy, Kendra, and occasionally Bling, all took turns sitting with Max. They were all afraid to leave her alone for more than a few moments.
Max's moods changed quickly and violently. One minuet she'd be sitting upright in bed, dreamily staring out the window, smiling as she told a story about her and Logan's time together to whoever was in the room at the time. Then she'd suddenly trail off mid-sentence. Then she'd drop her face in her hands, and sobs would wrack her body so hard, that when Cindy or Kendra held her, they feared she'd break. It was the first time that either of them had ever seen Max as fragile as she was.
A few hours before the funeral, Max became eerily quiet and equally still. Kendra had to dress her, and take lead her out of the apartment.
Max sat silent and unmoving throughout the entire service. Max might have been there in the most literal of senses, but she was most certainly not there mentally. She stared blankly ahead, not really seeing anything. Logan's family and various friends gathered around the casket as the priest led them in their final prayer.
They lowered Logan Cale's casket in to the ground on a sunny April morning, next to his mother and father's graves'. One of Max's few coherent thoughts that day was about the irony in the weather. One of the brightest, warmest, sunniest days that spring was the darkest day in her life that she could ever remember, she thought as she watched the only man she would ever love get placed into the ground.
One by one, people walked up and dropped a handful of dirt on top of the cherry wood casket. Max was last, as Kendra and Cindy each supported one of her arms and helped her to her feet. Max leaned down and picked up a clump of dirt. She crumbled it in her hand and let it rain down. She stared down into the vast blackness of the grave, before turning and walking away from the cemetery, away from everything.
For the first two days after Max had learned of Logan's death, she refused to leave his room. Cindy had found her later that night, curled up in a tight ball, deeply asleep. Since then, she hadn't eaten, hadn't changed her clothes. Cindy, Kendra, and occasionally Bling, all took turns sitting with Max. They were all afraid to leave her alone for more than a few moments.
Max's moods changed quickly and violently. One minuet she'd be sitting upright in bed, dreamily staring out the window, smiling as she told a story about her and Logan's time together to whoever was in the room at the time. Then she'd suddenly trail off mid-sentence. Then she'd drop her face in her hands, and sobs would wrack her body so hard, that when Cindy or Kendra held her, they feared she'd break. It was the first time that either of them had ever seen Max as fragile as she was.
A few hours before the funeral, Max became eerily quiet and equally still. Kendra had to dress her, and take lead her out of the apartment.
Max sat silent and unmoving throughout the entire service. Max might have been there in the most literal of senses, but she was most certainly not there mentally. She stared blankly ahead, not really seeing anything. Logan's family and various friends gathered around the casket as the priest led them in their final prayer.
They lowered Logan Cale's casket in to the ground on a sunny April morning, next to his mother and father's graves'. One of Max's few coherent thoughts that day was about the irony in the weather. One of the brightest, warmest, sunniest days that spring was the darkest day in her life that she could ever remember, she thought as she watched the only man she would ever love get placed into the ground.
One by one, people walked up and dropped a handful of dirt on top of the cherry wood casket. Max was last, as Kendra and Cindy each supported one of her arms and helped her to her feet. Max leaned down and picked up a clump of dirt. She crumbled it in her hand and let it rain down. She stared down into the vast blackness of the grave, before turning and walking away from the cemetery, away from everything.