Logan looked up at Max, dressed in an elegant white dress. The whole room looked a beautiful shade of orange, and was filled with the sounds of Sibelius.
Max stuck out her hand. "Dance with me."
Logan got a flash of deja vu but the moment was too perfect to escape. And small smile played on his lips. "I can't."
Max smiled too and walked towards Logan. "Sure you can... mind over matter."
Logan looked down at his wheelchair. "See, my problem is I can't walk."
Max pouted. "I'm not asking you to walk. Just dance."
She reached out her arms farther, and Logan slowly stood up from his wheelchair. He kicked the wheelchair and walked closer to Max.
Logan put right arm around Max, pulled her closer, and grasped her left hand. "Whose dream is this, anyway... yours or mine?"
"Don't ask me." Max said quietly, as they started to waltz.
They stared into each other's eyes and everything else disappeared. It was as if they were suspended in time and even gravity didn't have the nerve to bring them down.
Logan saw a pale look came over Max as her knees gave out and she collapsed.
Logan quickly bent down next to her, held her head in his hands and stared into her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah... just a little dizzy." Max smiled up at Logan. "Logan..."
Max lifted up her hand as her timid fingers explored the line of Logan's jaw, the sensuous curve of his mouth. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and pressed her lips to his.
The heat of her touch flooded Logan's senses. For a long, slow moment he stayed there, breathing in her warmth. They slowly pulled away.
"Logan... I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'll miss you Logan."
Tears fell from the sides of her eyes as they slowly closed.
Logan's head slowly raised from Max's bed as the sound of her flatline rushed throughout the room. "I'll miss you too Max."
Max stuck out her hand. "Dance with me."
Logan got a flash of deja vu but the moment was too perfect to escape. And small smile played on his lips. "I can't."
Max smiled too and walked towards Logan. "Sure you can... mind over matter."
Logan looked down at his wheelchair. "See, my problem is I can't walk."
Max pouted. "I'm not asking you to walk. Just dance."
She reached out her arms farther, and Logan slowly stood up from his wheelchair. He kicked the wheelchair and walked closer to Max.
Logan put right arm around Max, pulled her closer, and grasped her left hand. "Whose dream is this, anyway... yours or mine?"
"Don't ask me." Max said quietly, as they started to waltz.
They stared into each other's eyes and everything else disappeared. It was as if they were suspended in time and even gravity didn't have the nerve to bring them down.
Logan saw a pale look came over Max as her knees gave out and she collapsed.
Logan quickly bent down next to her, held her head in his hands and stared into her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah... just a little dizzy." Max smiled up at Logan. "Logan..."
Max lifted up her hand as her timid fingers explored the line of Logan's jaw, the sensuous curve of his mouth. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and pressed her lips to his.
The heat of her touch flooded Logan's senses. For a long, slow moment he stayed there, breathing in her warmth. They slowly pulled away.
"Logan... I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'll miss you Logan."
Tears fell from the sides of her eyes as they slowly closed.
Logan's head slowly raised from Max's bed as the sound of her flatline rushed throughout the room. "I'll miss you too Max."
