"Now will you leave me alone!" Logan thought as he threw the gun into the water. Running a hand through his hair, Logan ignored his friend's approach. As Bling sat down next to him, a silence fell between the two. Seconds dragged into hours and Bling began to get antsy.
"Dude, she is a wreck." He said, both of them knowing whom the 'she' was. Logan hung his head and looked deep into the black lake.
"It just hurts so much."
"I know. But you have a woman at home who is practically climbing the walls in grief. She loves you very much, and I know that you love her." Logan's expression softened a little with that, so Bling continued. "Do you remember the time when she tried to make brownies?" Logan let out a small chuckle.
"We couldn't go into the kitchen for a week!"
"What about when you two went for the cruise?"
"Or when we had that family reunion."
"If I remember correctly, wasn't that about when your aunt disowned you?"
"Ya. God, the look on Margot's face was priceless when Max was showing off her 'new' locket." Bling didn't understand what he was talking about, but let a laugh out anyway.
"See man? What would you do without all those memories, without her? Is it really worth it to stay cooped up in this cabin, sulking, while the woman you love is in pain?"
"You're right Bling." He struggled into his wheelchair and turned it toward the car. "Thanks Bling, you are a great friend. It must be like four in the morning and I'm sure that you are tired, so here is a key to the cabin."
"No problem. You two are like family to me. Now stop yapping and go home to your wife." Both men smiled as Logan wheeled to the Aztec and drove off into the blackness of early morning.
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"Almost there." Logan kept thinking to himself. Glancing at the dashboard clock, he realized it was eight in the morning. Deciding to pull into a small bagel shop that Max had become fond of, he bought an assortment of bagels and parked in front of Foggle Towers. Wheeling to the elevator and selecting the penthouse level, he began to have doubts. "What if she doesn't want to see me again? I acted like such a jerk, I wouldn't blame her." The bagels comforting aroma and heat brought him back to his senses as he wheeled up to his door. Inserting the Key and opening the door, he was greeted by a very upset Original Cindy.
"Wha…" Logan cut her off by putting a finger to his lips.
"Where is Max?" He mouthed. Cindy pointed to the bedroom. He moved next to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. He whispered ever so softly into her ear "thank you so much. If there is anything I can do to repay you… don't hesitate to ask." Cindy smiled despite her pale features, puffy eyes and chapped lips.
She then whispered into his ear, "You could start by giving me a bagel." Handing her the bag in his lap, he slowly wheeled himself to the bedroom door. Cracking it just enough to peer inside, he saw something that made his heart wrench. Max was lying in the dark, a huge pile of tissues laid next to the bed. She was apparently asleep, but her face was twisted in a look of pain and she was white as a sheet. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her pillow was wet from tears.
Creeping into the room, Max stirred a little and said in a raspy voice "Cindy, just leave me alone. And shut the door on the way out."
Logan shut the door, moved to his side of the bed and began climbing in with his half-asleep wife. He scooted toward her and gently began kissing the back of her neck. She shivered from the contact, and he smiled. Running his stubble across where his lips had just been, Max jolted awake and turned to face him.
"Good morning sunshine." He smiled and kissed her cracked lips after tucking a clump of hair behind her ear. Her lower lip began to quiver and Logan softly kissed her again. "I'm kind of tired, can we get some sleep?"
"Sure, and Logan?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you too. Hey your pillow looks a little wet, you want to share?" Without responding, Max gently placed her head on Logan's pillow. She wrapped a leg around him and he placed his arm on her waist. They lay staring into each other's eyes until the sandman claimed them.
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Original Cindy almost choked on her bagel when she saw who walked through the door. "Oh no. Hell no, you ain't here, Original Cindy is imagining this shit." She walked up to the intruder and punched his arm. "What the fuck do you think you are doing here? No, you know what? Get the hell out, Original Cindy don't even care." She waved her arms in an attempt to chase him out the door.
"Where is she?"
"Too bad, she ain't here. So do Original Cindy have to repeat herself? Cuz she don't like doin that."
"Do you always talk like a moron? Now if she isn't here, you wouldn't care if I looked in the bedroom would you?"
"Aiight, she's here. But you are da last person my boo needs to see right now."
"Tell her I am here, or how about I tell her myself."
"Aiight. Be an asshole, I hope she kicks your ass." She walked to the bedroom door and knocked.
"Go away!" Two voices shouted. Cindy popped her head into the room.
"Um… Logan cover your ears."
"Why?" He asked groggily.
"Zack is here and he wants to see Max."