Logan gazed around the crowd, glad his friends were showing so much support to him and the guys about their second tour. He was about to get back to the conversation between James, Carlos and Kelly when he saw a very familiar figure disappear towards the park. Logan followed the person. When he reached the park and had walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped, completely overwhelmed by the sight that presented itself to him. She was sitting on the edge of a fountain, her right hand dipped lightly in the water, while the light of the moon completed the picture perfectly.

Logan knew that this very moment would be saved in his brain forever and he wished he could just stand there and watch her the whole night. But he knew that this might seem a bit strange, so he started walking again until he stopped only a few steps away from her. She knew he was there, but she didn't look at him. Her eyes were on the water.

"Why did you leave the party?"

She lifted her hand, and as she watched the drops fall from her skin back into the water, she replied, "There was no particular reason for it."

"Oh," Logan said, pondering how to continue. "Um, you need some company then?"

"From you? Always," she said with a slight smile in his direction. Logan smiled as well and sat down next to her.

"So, a second tour, huh?" Camille said after a moment of silence. Logan nodded. "Yes, mainly in North America, but also in London. And who knows, maybe other countries will follow once we've been in England."

"Sounds like this tour is going to be take a lot longer than six weeks," Camille said quietly.

"Yeah, probably even months," Logan replied, not realizing that he was about to say the wrong thing once again.

"Well, I would be lying if I said I won't miss you."

Logan was silent, not sure how to answer. But apparently silence wasn't the right choice, because Camille suddenly stood up. "Well then . . . have fun on tour," she said, preparing to leave.

"I'll miss you too."

She stopped but didn't turn around. She felt him suddenly standing very close behind her, resting a hand gently on her shoulder.

"But maybe this long separation is good for us," he said softly.

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, if we're being honest, we've never really had a chance to get over everything that's happened over the last year because we were seeing each other all the time. But now we have a chance to sort our thoughts and get some things straight." When she didn't say anything, he added softly, "Or I have time to clear things up."

There were a lot of things she wanted to say to him at that moment, but she knew she would definitely regret it later, so she said simply, "Then I hope you'll find what you are looking for."

His hand left her shoulder. Apparently, he hadn't expected such an answer from her. "I know I've made mistakes in the past, both of us to be honest, and to avoid that in the future I need this time to develop. Camille, I want this to work out between us, but I also know that starting over with who I am right now is not possible. I want to get better, I want to change, so I can finally be the person you deserve as a boyfriend."

Camille had promised herself to be strong, not to make an emotional scene, to face the farewell with composure. But hearing those words from Logan and knowing that he meant it all and was willing to change everything for her, showed her once again how special and unique he was. And the thought of not seeing him for weeks, months, almost drove her insane. She turned around to him. His facial expression was so serious and determined.

"Logan..." Her voice was no more than a whisper. And then she was in his arms, her face resting against his chest while tears wet the material of his jacket. "I don't want you to go," she sobbed softly.

"I know." He held her tight, never wanting to let go of her, let alone be apart from her for months. And yet he knew that there was no other way. He would leave, the job forced him to do it. Surely, he would see and learn so many new things, but experiencing all those things without Camille felt wrong, so so wrong.

Eventually her tears stopped, but they made no move to break the hug. They liked feeling safe and sound in each other's arms.

"You know," Logan began quietly after a while, "maybe there's a way we can soften the pain of saying goodbye."

"What do you mean?"

"Well . . . the last time I went on tour, we kissed goodbye. Maybe we could do that again."

Camille lifted her head. Her eyes were still wet, which gave Logan a violent pain inside.

"Is that what you want?" Camille asked softly.

"More than anything else," Logan replied in the same tone, raised a hand and tenderly wiped the last traces of tears from her face. Camille carefully placed one hand on the back of his neck, the other hand gently cupping his cheek. Both looked deep into each other's eyes, saying things neither of them would ever be able to say out loud.

"Would you like to know why I showed you the heart while you were singing?" she asked quietly. Logan nodded.

"I did it to show you that I still love you," she whispered, kissing him. It was more than just a goodbye kiss, much, much more. And yet they both knew that nothing would change between them that night. Their only hope was to trust that fate had a better plan for them in the future, so that all those insecurities and that bittersweet pain that they both still shared inside would pass, so they could finally be happy with each other.