I left Seattle in July of 2022. It had been about eight months since Logan
and I had
accidentally touched and realized my virus had come with and expiry date. We, along
with all our friends, were totally surprised. Logan and I were so surprised that we stayed
away from each other for three days. It took us almost six months to get used to the idea,
and to realize that we still liked each other. A lot. At the end of June that year, I moved in
with Logan when Original Cindy and I got evicted and our building was torn down. Two
weeks later, all Hell broke loose.
Logan and I were watching a Pre-Pulse movie, I can't really remember the name of it, but
it was another one of those freaky animated ones that he liked. Well, I guess I kind of
liked them too. It had been quiet for awhile, you know, it didn't seem like we were being
shot at quite so much lately, so I guess I kind of let my guard down a bit. In the middle of
the movie, we heard the elevator bell ring, indicating there was someone at the door. We
were expecting our friend Bling, so we paused the movie and Logan went to greet him
while I went into the kitchen to get more popcorn. That's when I heard the gunshot.
Dropping the popcorn, I ran through the apartment. I found Logan on the floor. I was to
late.
I screamed for what seemed like a lifetime. When I realized whomever shot Logan must
be still around. The elevator was going down, so I took off down the stairs. There was no
one in the lobby, not even the doorman. I ran out the door of the building. The only
people on the street were a mother with three kids, and an older lady who lived in the
building. So I ran back into the building to the elevator, calling Logan's doctor and
Original Cindy while I traveled up. That's when I realized I was crying. Once I was in the
apartment, I sat down beside Logan's body and continued crying. Cindy came in and sat
beside me, but still I didn't move. It was over two hours later. Logan was gone, Sam was
gone, everybody but Cindy, Bling and I. Cindy pulled me off the floor and into the living
room, and made me sit on the couch. She turned off the television and went down the
hall, bringing back a blanket and draping it over my shoulders, and then she left me and
went into the kitchen with Bling.
I felt numb all over; all I could do was sit there. I couldn't even cry anymore, it was as if
I had no more tears left, but all I wanted to do was cry. Logan was gone. I thought it was
my fault. I thought I knew what I had to do, so I grabbed a pen and piece of paper off the
coffee table and wrote a quick note. I grabbed my jacket and a set of keys, then, without
Cindy or Bling's knowledge, I slipped out the door. I never went back.
~~
accidentally touched and realized my virus had come with and expiry date. We, along
with all our friends, were totally surprised. Logan and I were so surprised that we stayed
away from each other for three days. It took us almost six months to get used to the idea,
and to realize that we still liked each other. A lot. At the end of June that year, I moved in
with Logan when Original Cindy and I got evicted and our building was torn down. Two
weeks later, all Hell broke loose.
Logan and I were watching a Pre-Pulse movie, I can't really remember the name of it, but
it was another one of those freaky animated ones that he liked. Well, I guess I kind of
liked them too. It had been quiet for awhile, you know, it didn't seem like we were being
shot at quite so much lately, so I guess I kind of let my guard down a bit. In the middle of
the movie, we heard the elevator bell ring, indicating there was someone at the door. We
were expecting our friend Bling, so we paused the movie and Logan went to greet him
while I went into the kitchen to get more popcorn. That's when I heard the gunshot.
Dropping the popcorn, I ran through the apartment. I found Logan on the floor. I was to
late.
I screamed for what seemed like a lifetime. When I realized whomever shot Logan must
be still around. The elevator was going down, so I took off down the stairs. There was no
one in the lobby, not even the doorman. I ran out the door of the building. The only
people on the street were a mother with three kids, and an older lady who lived in the
building. So I ran back into the building to the elevator, calling Logan's doctor and
Original Cindy while I traveled up. That's when I realized I was crying. Once I was in the
apartment, I sat down beside Logan's body and continued crying. Cindy came in and sat
beside me, but still I didn't move. It was over two hours later. Logan was gone, Sam was
gone, everybody but Cindy, Bling and I. Cindy pulled me off the floor and into the living
room, and made me sit on the couch. She turned off the television and went down the
hall, bringing back a blanket and draping it over my shoulders, and then she left me and
went into the kitchen with Bling.
I felt numb all over; all I could do was sit there. I couldn't even cry anymore, it was as if
I had no more tears left, but all I wanted to do was cry. Logan was gone. I thought it was
my fault. I thought I knew what I had to do, so I grabbed a pen and piece of paper off the
coffee table and wrote a quick note. I grabbed my jacket and a set of keys, then, without
Cindy or Bling's knowledge, I slipped out the door. I never went back.
~~