Title: True Love
Author: lizziebunniehero
Rating: PG for some minor cusses
Category: VA
Spoilers: Second Season (like as in I was bad girl and I read those piles of spoilers at DAFan)
Disclaimer: I'm sorry, I don't own DA or any of the characters associated with it. I'll have to pay you in huge textbooks that I just got today for all those silly classes I have to take. I'm sure you can have fun with them...
Summary: Logan's thoughts on what is to be the second season. Pairings are strange but you'll have to read to understand. Companion piece to First Love.
A/N: I wrote this some random night after I wrote First Love by the light of a flashlight because I was too darn lazy to get up and turn on the light. This is my feeble attempt to explain the fact that Max is going to break up w/ Logan. Don't get me wrong, I am the biggest Max/Logan shipper I know, but I felt the whole mess needed to be explained. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows. yum... btw, thanks to all those that sent feedback to my other fic. lizziebunniehero@hotmail.com
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I didn't expect Max to come back. Not ever. Her dying in my arms was about as final as me burying her. So when Asha came running into my arms for help, I comforted and welcomed her. In comforting her, I was slowly bandaging my own wounds. I knew that I'd have to get over Max. She would have wanted me to live my life and spend my days not thinking those suicidal thoughts that only brought me closer to her. I pushed on, day after day because that incident had me living for both Max and me.
I knew that if I had waited with Asha as I had with Max, I might have lost her too. My darling drop-dead gorgeous Max. But she isn't mine anymore. I ran after Asha and when Max came back, she broke everything up with me. She saw us cuddling on the very couch that I held Max on during her ravaging seizures. I told her I was willing to break everything up with Asha, and I meant it, but Max just stormed off.
I didn't see Max again until today. At Crash. I think she saw me too, but if she did, she made no move to talk to me. She waved to a man with a strained smile, and he waved back. I left to find Asha, but the night just wasn't the same.
Knowing that the one good thing in my life during some of the worst times of my life was sitting in the same room as I was, and I couldn't even go over and have a civil conversation was killing me. I couldn't do a damn thing about it. Well that just made me think. Max once said Tinga never got her "happily ever after," she only had her "happily ever now." Ironic that the same thing happened to us. I once told Max that you never really get over your first love. Truth is, I never knew what love was until I met Max.
Author: lizziebunniehero
Rating: PG for some minor cusses
Category: VA
Spoilers: Second Season (like as in I was bad girl and I read those piles of spoilers at DAFan)
Disclaimer: I'm sorry, I don't own DA or any of the characters associated with it. I'll have to pay you in huge textbooks that I just got today for all those silly classes I have to take. I'm sure you can have fun with them...
Summary: Logan's thoughts on what is to be the second season. Pairings are strange but you'll have to read to understand. Companion piece to First Love.
A/N: I wrote this some random night after I wrote First Love by the light of a flashlight because I was too darn lazy to get up and turn on the light. This is my feeble attempt to explain the fact that Max is going to break up w/ Logan. Don't get me wrong, I am the biggest Max/Logan shipper I know, but I felt the whole mess needed to be explained. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows. yum... btw, thanks to all those that sent feedback to my other fic. lizziebunniehero@hotmail.com
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I didn't expect Max to come back. Not ever. Her dying in my arms was about as final as me burying her. So when Asha came running into my arms for help, I comforted and welcomed her. In comforting her, I was slowly bandaging my own wounds. I knew that I'd have to get over Max. She would have wanted me to live my life and spend my days not thinking those suicidal thoughts that only brought me closer to her. I pushed on, day after day because that incident had me living for both Max and me.
I knew that if I had waited with Asha as I had with Max, I might have lost her too. My darling drop-dead gorgeous Max. But she isn't mine anymore. I ran after Asha and when Max came back, she broke everything up with me. She saw us cuddling on the very couch that I held Max on during her ravaging seizures. I told her I was willing to break everything up with Asha, and I meant it, but Max just stormed off.
I didn't see Max again until today. At Crash. I think she saw me too, but if she did, she made no move to talk to me. She waved to a man with a strained smile, and he waved back. I left to find Asha, but the night just wasn't the same.
Knowing that the one good thing in my life during some of the worst times of my life was sitting in the same room as I was, and I couldn't even go over and have a civil conversation was killing me. I couldn't do a damn thing about it. Well that just made me think. Max once said Tinga never got her "happily ever after," she only had her "happily ever now." Ironic that the same thing happened to us. I once told Max that you never really get over your first love. Truth is, I never knew what love was until I met Max.