ok thanks to all of those who reviewed first of all. second I posted this last week and then reposted with an extra little scene at the end, for all of those who didn't see that here it is:
The next day
"Logan I don't know what to tell you I have been up all night with my best guy in this area and we can't find any way to take care of this right now, we might never be able to." Logan's hopes were crushed at the sound of the voice, in three days he was supposed to marry Max as a tall proud man. Now that would never happen.
Now on with the chapter.
Max had noticed the bad mood that Logan had been in for the past two days, ever since the exo broke. In the back of her mind she was concerned about him what he was going through with this. But mostly she just felt pissed. It is two day's until their wedding, she is pregnant with there child, they should be happy now. But instead he is depressed because he can't walk. Like none of the rest of life matters, walking is the most important thing. And all Max could think was that she thought that she was supposed to be the most important thing in his life. He was the best and most important in hers.
Max was on the bed trying to read this book, but being distracted by all of her thoughts. It was then that she noticed his journal on his night-stand. The curious cat in her took over and she made sure she was alone and walked over to the journal. 'This isn't really that wrong right? I mean he reads me a lot of his poems, all the ones he writes about me. And if I asked he would let me see it.' Max was trying to justify this action to herself, but eventually just whatever and picked up the journal, she was to mad to care if what she was doing was right exactly
upon opening the small book, two pieces of paper fell out. She picked up the first and a small smile graced her face as she read the poem he had written for her and read to her last week. It was all about her eyes, he always had this fixation on her eyes. The other poem she hadn't seen before. But upon reading this that smile quickly turned into a look of pain and worry and anger.
Held close at night.
Deaths tight grip come to visit,
Until the pale light of dawn
Scares the visitor away.
Comes not, to take him back
Where he yearns to be;
Any place but where he is.
Just giving him a rest.
Sleep, nothingness, nonexistence,
A wonderfully vacuous time
No pain, suffering, misery, anguish
Eight hours of temporary death.
The cursed sun rises again.
Death must leave
It's willing and wanting victim behind
And he is alive for another day.
Alone until death decides to stay.
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Logan wheeled into the apartment to find Max on the couch as if she was watching tv. But the television wasn't on. She was staring at him and she didn't look upset, she looked cold. Logan knew that was not a good sign. She handed him a piece of paper and before he could even look at what it was she asked simply "When?"
"When what honey?"
"When did you write it?" She asked her voice never faltering. Logan looked down and saw that it was one of his poems, then he saw which poem it was.
"Max honey you have to understand..."
"No Logan you have to understand." Max interrupted him and started to lose her cool. "You need to understand that if you just wrote this then we have some serious issues and we have to have a long talk. And we need to think about weather or not we should be getting married right now. And you need to understand that walking is not everything. I know it means a lot to you as it should, but I should matter more. And if I don't, if your precious legs are more important to you then I deserve better then this. And if that is the case then I need to think about weather we should get married at all." Max was ranting by now and there were tears starting to trickle down her cheek.
"Max I wrote that poem last year."
"What?"
"Last year when you left with Zack for Canada, when I thought I had lost you forever I didn't see the point in life anymore. I wrote that the night before I passed out, it had nothing to do with my legs it had to do with you. Listen love I know that I have been horrible these past few days and I was wrong, but it doesn't mean that my legs are more important to me then you are. You, and out our child are the only things that really matter, and nothing will ever change that." He was now standing in front of her gently holding her face in both of his hands. He gave her a small kiss "I love you." Another kiss, this time a little more urgent then the last.
"I love you too Logan, I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions, it's just..."
"No Max, I understand why you did, what happened when I lost my legs the first time, and how I have been acting lately, you had reason to think what you did. But you don't need to I have you I will be ok. And I will try to get out of this funk before Zack gets here tonight. I got an idea, I found a place that is making and selling real ice cream, want to go get some." Logan was changing the subject to a more pleasant one, he didn't want to dwell on how he had been depressed, and neither did she. So she took his hand and kissed his palm and then led the way out the door as they went to get ice cream. In the end that's all they were a happy couple on there way for ice-cream.
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He dropped silently from the rope hanging from the skylight. The only noise in the apartment was that from the street far down below the dark quite penthouse. Suddenly he heard footsteps, they were far away, not in the apartment, but they were getting closer. Suddenly the front door to the apartment opened. He was not in that room, so whoever was coming in couldn't see him yet, but he still instinctively hid in the shadows. He could here murmured voices. It was them, they were back and now he had to complete his mission.
The next day
"Logan I don't know what to tell you I have been up all night with my best guy in this area and we can't find any way to take care of this right now, we might never be able to." Logan's hopes were crushed at the sound of the voice, in three days he was supposed to marry Max as a tall proud man. Now that would never happen.
Now on with the chapter.
Max had noticed the bad mood that Logan had been in for the past two days, ever since the exo broke. In the back of her mind she was concerned about him what he was going through with this. But mostly she just felt pissed. It is two day's until their wedding, she is pregnant with there child, they should be happy now. But instead he is depressed because he can't walk. Like none of the rest of life matters, walking is the most important thing. And all Max could think was that she thought that she was supposed to be the most important thing in his life. He was the best and most important in hers.
Max was on the bed trying to read this book, but being distracted by all of her thoughts. It was then that she noticed his journal on his night-stand. The curious cat in her took over and she made sure she was alone and walked over to the journal. 'This isn't really that wrong right? I mean he reads me a lot of his poems, all the ones he writes about me. And if I asked he would let me see it.' Max was trying to justify this action to herself, but eventually just whatever and picked up the journal, she was to mad to care if what she was doing was right exactly
upon opening the small book, two pieces of paper fell out. She picked up the first and a small smile graced her face as she read the poem he had written for her and read to her last week. It was all about her eyes, he always had this fixation on her eyes. The other poem she hadn't seen before. But upon reading this that smile quickly turned into a look of pain and worry and anger.
Held close at night.
Deaths tight grip come to visit,
Until the pale light of dawn
Scares the visitor away.
Comes not, to take him back
Where he yearns to be;
Any place but where he is.
Just giving him a rest.
Sleep, nothingness, nonexistence,
A wonderfully vacuous time
No pain, suffering, misery, anguish
Eight hours of temporary death.
The cursed sun rises again.
Death must leave
It's willing and wanting victim behind
And he is alive for another day.
Alone until death decides to stay.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Logan wheeled into the apartment to find Max on the couch as if she was watching tv. But the television wasn't on. She was staring at him and she didn't look upset, she looked cold. Logan knew that was not a good sign. She handed him a piece of paper and before he could even look at what it was she asked simply "When?"
"When what honey?"
"When did you write it?" She asked her voice never faltering. Logan looked down and saw that it was one of his poems, then he saw which poem it was.
"Max honey you have to understand..."
"No Logan you have to understand." Max interrupted him and started to lose her cool. "You need to understand that if you just wrote this then we have some serious issues and we have to have a long talk. And we need to think about weather or not we should be getting married right now. And you need to understand that walking is not everything. I know it means a lot to you as it should, but I should matter more. And if I don't, if your precious legs are more important to you then I deserve better then this. And if that is the case then I need to think about weather we should get married at all." Max was ranting by now and there were tears starting to trickle down her cheek.
"Max I wrote that poem last year."
"What?"
"Last year when you left with Zack for Canada, when I thought I had lost you forever I didn't see the point in life anymore. I wrote that the night before I passed out, it had nothing to do with my legs it had to do with you. Listen love I know that I have been horrible these past few days and I was wrong, but it doesn't mean that my legs are more important to me then you are. You, and out our child are the only things that really matter, and nothing will ever change that." He was now standing in front of her gently holding her face in both of his hands. He gave her a small kiss "I love you." Another kiss, this time a little more urgent then the last.
"I love you too Logan, I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions, it's just..."
"No Max, I understand why you did, what happened when I lost my legs the first time, and how I have been acting lately, you had reason to think what you did. But you don't need to I have you I will be ok. And I will try to get out of this funk before Zack gets here tonight. I got an idea, I found a place that is making and selling real ice cream, want to go get some." Logan was changing the subject to a more pleasant one, he didn't want to dwell on how he had been depressed, and neither did she. So she took his hand and kissed his palm and then led the way out the door as they went to get ice cream. In the end that's all they were a happy couple on there way for ice-cream.
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He dropped silently from the rope hanging from the skylight. The only noise in the apartment was that from the street far down below the dark quite penthouse. Suddenly he heard footsteps, they were far away, not in the apartment, but they were getting closer. Suddenly the front door to the apartment opened. He was not in that room, so whoever was coming in couldn't see him yet, but he still instinctively hid in the shadows. He could here murmured voices. It was them, they were back and now he had to complete his mission.
