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AUTHORS NOTE: Listen, I'm really really really sorry it took me so long to update... but at least i did?
CHAPTER 3
He sat there for what seemed like hours watching her breathe. In fact, it had been hours. She barely moved the whole time, she was dying. He knew but just didn't know what he would do afterward. He'd be all alone, without his soul mate, without the love of his life.
Max slowly faded away from sleep and noticed her surroundings. Logan was in a chair next to her bed, crying quite loudly and his hands enveloped hers. She breathed deeply once more and noticed that the hurt had gone away. She looked briefly down at her torso; the blood soaked the blanket slightly. She knew she was going to die, she just needed to say goodbye first.
"Logan..." Her voice was raspy and labored. He looked up abruptly and stared at her. Their gaze was intense and in it they portrayed a million words. She said her goodbye and everything was settled just by that one look. "I love you Logan..." She felt it needed to be said out loud, so he'd know, so that there was never a doubt in his mind. She took one more breath and closed her eyes. She felt death approaching her and didn't want Logan to have to close her empty eyes. One last breath... She felt Logan's hands tighten around hers and she slowly drifted away.
Max was resigned about her death, Logan thought. Slowly he lay next to her dead body and held it close. It was cold, cold and rigid. Swallowing hardly Logan brought the gun up to his temple. If there was a heaven it was where Max would be, if there was a hell that's where he would go. But he didn't care. He couldn't live one more second without her. Heaven and Hell didn't matter anyway... Max hadn't believed in religion... But she still went to the good place and so, now, he would follow...
The shot rang through the silent air and two lovers lay in Logan's apartment stuck in a dead embrace. They never got their happily ever after...
