AN: sorry its so short all. But updates will be coming slowly and so i'm just hoping you'll all stick with me. I wouldn't be surprised though... if and update came up in a couple weeks... if I'm lucky one....
anways.... here it is
Dying Roses: Threads of Love
The house was a quiet. A quiet it had never been. The clock's ticking faded in the distance and Logan's breathing was gently muted by the walls. Rain didn't pound against the large windows but gently settled on the glass blurring the outside world. Lights distorted and dripped down to rest along the bottom pane.
"This is how life without hope of Max is like," Logan thought sullenly. His heart had never hurt so much, His eyes never seemed to dry out and his voice was hoarse from screaming. He didn't know what he had been screaming at, who, but it hurt so much inside he didn't know what else to do.
He heard the soft "ding" of the elevator and stood up. Walking slowly to his room he closed his door and locked it with a low click. The knocking began quietly at his door and he sat on his bed and listened while it got louder. He figured it would be Bling, that it would be Asha, that it would be Cindy. TI wasn't Max. Max would never come back. Max didn't love him. She didn't need him. But oh god, he needed her.
He'd been without her before, but now, now was worse. The tone of her voice, the cold in her eyes. Before he had clung desperately to the last threads of their relationship, their love. But the second she opened that door, the second she said those words, the second she walked away, she cut them and threw them in his face.
He would never find anyone more perfect than Max.
The knocking was frantic. Max would have picked the lock and come in already.
He jumped as he heard the loud bang from outside his room. Whoever had been knocking decided to kick the door in. Taking a deep breath he prepared to go out and face whoever it was. But no matter how many times he breathed or how much he braced himself nothing cold brace him for the sight he saw when he opened the door.
Max lay on the floor, bloody and unconscious. Asha stood over her, out of breath and panicky.
AN: Dont you hate cliff hangers? but... Like i said... It might be awhile will I post again... It's really quite unpredictable... but maybe if your review... it'll i dunno... inspire me?