Asha's Arrival
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
(Disclaimer and rating found in chapter 1)
Chapter 2
It's nearly daybreak by the time I reach Seattle. It has taken me several days to get from San Fransisco to here.
For once, I'm glad for my hedonistic little life in society's fish bowl. If it weren't for the Washington
Post's social paper, I never would have known where to look. In the ten years since I left for Europe, I
haven't been in touch with Logan once. I knew he and Mike spoke occassionally, but Mike never
mentioned those conversations to me.
At first, he didn't mention them because I didn't want him to. I told Parker I had had a crush on Logan,
and that's true. But it was one hell of a crush. I've never told anyone, but a large part of the reason I chose
foreign study was to escape Logan. To get away from my friend. From the guy who took me to the senior
prom. From the man I fancied myself in love with.
At first, I guess Mike sensed what I was doing. I thought if I distanced myself from Logan, my feelings for
him would fade. And they have, I still tell myself. Anyhow, I didn't talk about him, and Mike sensed that I
didn't want to hear about him. And I feel badly about this now, but I never returned Logan's calls, either,
on the few occassions when he tried to get in touch with me. Crush or no crush, Logan was very important
to me. I do love him as a friend. I always have. But cutting myself off from him was just something I had
to do at the time.
I never worried that something might have happened to him. What could have happened? Logan is Logan.
He's the most self-sufficient person I've ever known. He's compassionate and caring, and I know that
when he loves someone, he loves them passionately and loyally. But he doesn't'anyone. He's never really
needed anyone. Perhaps that's why my crush on him hurt so badly. Because I knew he didn't need
anyone. Not his friends, not his family, not his money. He loved us all, and he played the part of the
dutiful young heir, but he never really needed any of it. He never needed me. That's Logan.
Even after I got over him, Mike never brought Logan up. Simply out of habit, I guess, or because I never
asked.
I asked once, though. A few years ago I just casually sort of mentioned him. Asked how he was doing.
Mike told me Logan was engaged to a girl named Daphne.
I never asked again.
And I guess he's married by now. God, I hope I'm not making a mistake by bringing my problems to him.
I hope I'm not endangering his family. But the society pages said he was a cyber journalist, and there's
rumors that he's been linked to Eyes Only. If that's true, then Logan can get me in contact with the man.
And Eyes Only can get me a one-way ticket back to Europe, or to Canada or Mexico, or any damned place
that isn't the morgue. That's all I need – just to get out of the country.
If it's not true, I don't know what I'll do, but I won't cause Logan any trouble. I won't endanger his wife.
His kids? Does he have children by now?
I wonder if his wife has ever heard of me.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
(Disclaimer and rating found in chapter 1)
Chapter 2
It's nearly daybreak by the time I reach Seattle. It has taken me several days to get from San Fransisco to here.
For once, I'm glad for my hedonistic little life in society's fish bowl. If it weren't for the Washington
Post's social paper, I never would have known where to look. In the ten years since I left for Europe, I
haven't been in touch with Logan once. I knew he and Mike spoke occassionally, but Mike never
mentioned those conversations to me.
At first, he didn't mention them because I didn't want him to. I told Parker I had had a crush on Logan,
and that's true. But it was one hell of a crush. I've never told anyone, but a large part of the reason I chose
foreign study was to escape Logan. To get away from my friend. From the guy who took me to the senior
prom. From the man I fancied myself in love with.
At first, I guess Mike sensed what I was doing. I thought if I distanced myself from Logan, my feelings for
him would fade. And they have, I still tell myself. Anyhow, I didn't talk about him, and Mike sensed that I
didn't want to hear about him. And I feel badly about this now, but I never returned Logan's calls, either,
on the few occassions when he tried to get in touch with me. Crush or no crush, Logan was very important
to me. I do love him as a friend. I always have. But cutting myself off from him was just something I had
to do at the time.
I never worried that something might have happened to him. What could have happened? Logan is Logan.
He's the most self-sufficient person I've ever known. He's compassionate and caring, and I know that
when he loves someone, he loves them passionately and loyally. But he doesn't'anyone. He's never really
needed anyone. Perhaps that's why my crush on him hurt so badly. Because I knew he didn't need
anyone. Not his friends, not his family, not his money. He loved us all, and he played the part of the
dutiful young heir, but he never really needed any of it. He never needed me. That's Logan.
Even after I got over him, Mike never brought Logan up. Simply out of habit, I guess, or because I never
asked.
I asked once, though. A few years ago I just casually sort of mentioned him. Asked how he was doing.
Mike told me Logan was engaged to a girl named Daphne.
I never asked again.
And I guess he's married by now. God, I hope I'm not making a mistake by bringing my problems to him.
I hope I'm not endangering his family. But the society pages said he was a cyber journalist, and there's
rumors that he's been linked to Eyes Only. If that's true, then Logan can get me in contact with the man.
And Eyes Only can get me a one-way ticket back to Europe, or to Canada or Mexico, or any damned place
that isn't the morgue. That's all I need – just to get out of the country.
If it's not true, I don't know what I'll do, but I won't cause Logan any trouble. I won't endanger his wife.
His kids? Does he have children by now?
I wonder if his wife has ever heard of me.