Logan sat in the shower, letting the scalding hot water sear his skin. The constant pounding against his face failed to hypnotize him as he had hoped. After Max had left, Cindy had been taken to the emergency room and was still there as a precautionary measure. Now as he was faced with sleeping in an empty bed, despair began to grasp him again. Refusing to lose his calm, he got out of the shower and wheeled to his closet. On the left were his clothes, and on the right were Max's. Turning right, he pulled down her favorite blue shirt and buried his face in it, inhaling her scent.
***Flashback***
"You sure do wear that shirt a lot." He said Joking. A mischievous smile crept onto Max's face as she seductively walked toward him.
"Is this better?" She asked, pulling the thin fabric over her head.
"Much."
***End Flashback***
There were too many memories in that room for Logan. Tossing the shirt to the floor, he went back into the kitchen and put some oatmeal on the stove. Outside the storm still raged, lightning cracking and thunder booming. Watching the flame on the stove, he felt dead inside. In 48 hours, he had lost everything that mattered to him. Taking the pot by the handle, he poured its contents into a small bowl and moved to the table. The silence in the apartment was maddening to a man who had spent the last year of his life with the constant beat of hip-hop filling his apartment. He peered at the steaming mush in front of him and absently stirred it. She had only been gone a day and he was already missing her brilliant smile, sharp wit, and loving companionship. He missed the way she would lean against the doorframe and watch him work. He missed her almost daily rants about how horrible work was. He even missed how she would get all worked up when he would hang something on her motorcycle.
"Damn it!" He shouted and threw the bowl across the room. The pottery exploded and oatmeal splattered the wall. Leaning back in resignation, he rubbed his hands over his face and along the back of his neck. Slowly he removed his wedding ring immediately missing it. Carefully examining the small gold band, Logan shook his head and almost fell into tears again when he read the inscription. 'Forever yours- Max Cale.' Tossing the ring onto the table, he began rocking his chair back and fourth a few inches at a time.
The feeling of hands gently resting on his shoulders made him tense up. Not daring to turn and see who was behind him, Logan looked blankly ahead. Seconds dragged into minuets, as the familiar hands began a soft massage.
"Do you still love me?" A choked up female voice asked, breaking the silence.
"Where's Zack? Shouldn't you be with him?"
"I left him… for good this time."
"Like you left me?" He spat.
"Oh Logan, I'm so sorry." She kissed the top of his head.
"Do you love him?" He asked her.
"I thought I did, but I was wrong… I love you. I realize now that I can't live without you. God, as soon as I left, the only thing I could think of was that I had just made the biggest mistake of my life." Logan hit the table in frustration.
"Why? If you love me than why did you go with him? Why did you sleep with him to begin with?" He moved his chair to the window, her hands sliding from his shoulders.
"I don't know." She picked Logan's ring up off the table and walked toward him.
"Damnit Max, that's just not good enough." He put on his Eyes Only facade, so that she couldn't see his inner turmoil.
"Logan…" She said in a pleading voice, "tell me what I can do to fix this."
"Relationships aren't like motorcycles. If it breaks, you can't just magically fix it."
"I'd at least like to try." She smiled weakly and held out the ring to him. In response, Logan just looked out the window. Sighing he turned to her.
" I never could say no to you." He thought. "What does the inscription in you ring say?"
"The same thing yours does."
"Which is?" His anger was dissipating quickly after seeing the remorse in Max's eyes. She is so damn beautiful.
"Forever yours."
"And I meant it." He said as his eyes began to mist. Pulling her down to him, he kissed her and rested his forehead on hers. Chocolate met marine as the two locked eyes. All the words that could possibly have been said wouldn't have expressed so much feeling as that moment. Logan's eyes showed of love, hurt and confusion. Max's held love and remorse. Max placed the ring back on his finger and they kissed again.
"I'm so sorry."
"I know."
"I was… confused… can you forgive me?" Logan sat and looked into her eyes, searching for what he was looking for. Then he found it. Buried deep inside her eyes was a look of pure tender love.
"Yes." They embraced again and got dressed for bed. Max shimmed into one of Logan's T-shirts, and he pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Snuggling together under the covers, Max rested her head on his shoulder and draped a leg around him. Gathering her in his arms, Logan began to drift off to sleep.
"You're amazing Logan." She kissed his chest. "I can't believe that I almost left this man." She thought to herself.
"Thanks Max. Goodnight sweetheart." Max smiled at that and resigned herself to sweet oblivion.
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A/N- do you guys think I should continue? Is it any good?