Back at the apartment, everything looked so different and not just looked, but felt. As Max flipped the light on and dropped her motorcycles keys in the kitchen drawer, she felt overwhelmingly alone. Orignal Cindy had moved out into an apartment of her own but before this night, it never bothered her. The quiet was nice, all considering the consistent humming of the downstairs radiators that the super wouldn't fix and the sound of next door neighbor Bob-Something's 24/7 television marathon. But now Logan was finally out of her life or at least until he wants to make up, calling her every 30 minutes til she confesses how much she kind of does miss him. Somehow, after what had occured at his penthouse, Max didn't miss him per say. She missed that night she came back from Manticore, when there was no knoweledge of the virus and there was no knoweledge of an Ames White, only consciousness of him grabbing her so tightly, so desperatly and crying as he kissed her, hoping that she weren't a mirage. Now, a year past, she was just a transparent transgenic able to perform menial acts of heriocs in a small attempt at pleasing the man she called her lover. But there was no love, she asked herself as she lit up the stove, was there? Hard to tell when memories are what they are, just figments of an imagination under the spell of emotions and feelings, all wrapped up. Max filled the pot to the brim with water and placed it on the stove. It was nice having a place that had running water for the bathroom though, Max agreed upon the facade with Logan. Never thought thats all I'd end up feeling good about, she mumbled coldly as the steam rose upon her face, but things are never what they seem, I guess. The thing that sickened her right now was admitting to Alec that all the while he had guessed right, that Logan had used her as his puppet and that eventually, the blind affinity she held for him would have gotten her killed. If he found out how right he was, she'd never live it down. So the answer was clear. She must never let Alec know that thats why they broke up; no, she wouldn't even tell him until she was good and ready. So that meant only one thing, Max conjured cleverly in her mind, I'll have to pretend to be Logan's girlfriend for just a month or so and then I will tell him we split. The plan was full-proof.
Max boiled five more pots of water and sat by the tub as they cooled down, letting the moisture from the steamy water create sweaty beads on her face. It felt good in the fall weather, with her bathroom window open to let in a cold breeze. Dropping the towel down to her ankles, Max let the fog create a mist around her, surrounding every part of her body. She closed her eyes. Things were going to be different again, right after she had just fit into the normal life of being Logans girlfriend and having a somewhat noble job of helping the insipid race of human beings so unaware of the evil lurking around each darkened corner. It may have been selfish to pull away from the job of savior, but there was nothing wrong in her eyes, in anyone normals eyes, in leaving when her life was at stake. It frightened her how much Logan appeared to not care. How could Alec have noticed and not her? Was she really that blind? As soon as she ready to tell him that Logan and her were over, she'd have to muster up an apology then thank the guy.
As she felt the water cool, Max got in, gasping at the air for some breaths. As she got down in it, the need to breathe deepened, taking Max awhile to adjust to the humidity and pressure of the water on her body. Reaching to her right, Max grabbed a bottle of generic bubble bath and dumped it in the water. It smelled like raspberrys and lilac but the scent on the bottle said Strawberry. It smelled like heaven compared to Logans' cologne she had stuck in her nose, making her taste its bittersweetness everytime she inhaled. She remembered how she would lay atop his chest and how the scent would lull her to sleep. How everytime any guy walked by wearing that scent turned her head, sending Max's instincts haywire, having to call him up just to say 'hey'. Max inhaled lightly, taking in about five minutes of air and slid under water. As she let the air out slowly, the bubbles tickled her face. Thoughts were running in her mind but without flow. Logans' face, Alecs' words, her job at Jam Pony and the danger she was in the night before. Where was the enjoyment she was supposed to feel after telling Logan things were done? Was this the right thing to do? Enough thinking, Max groaned, my water will get cold before I have time to enojy it.
Max boiled five more pots of water and sat by the tub as they cooled down, letting the moisture from the steamy water create sweaty beads on her face. It felt good in the fall weather, with her bathroom window open to let in a cold breeze. Dropping the towel down to her ankles, Max let the fog create a mist around her, surrounding every part of her body. She closed her eyes. Things were going to be different again, right after she had just fit into the normal life of being Logans girlfriend and having a somewhat noble job of helping the insipid race of human beings so unaware of the evil lurking around each darkened corner. It may have been selfish to pull away from the job of savior, but there was nothing wrong in her eyes, in anyone normals eyes, in leaving when her life was at stake. It frightened her how much Logan appeared to not care. How could Alec have noticed and not her? Was she really that blind? As soon as she ready to tell him that Logan and her were over, she'd have to muster up an apology then thank the guy.
As she felt the water cool, Max got in, gasping at the air for some breaths. As she got down in it, the need to breathe deepened, taking Max awhile to adjust to the humidity and pressure of the water on her body. Reaching to her right, Max grabbed a bottle of generic bubble bath and dumped it in the water. It smelled like raspberrys and lilac but the scent on the bottle said Strawberry. It smelled like heaven compared to Logans' cologne she had stuck in her nose, making her taste its bittersweetness everytime she inhaled. She remembered how she would lay atop his chest and how the scent would lull her to sleep. How everytime any guy walked by wearing that scent turned her head, sending Max's instincts haywire, having to call him up just to say 'hey'. Max inhaled lightly, taking in about five minutes of air and slid under water. As she let the air out slowly, the bubbles tickled her face. Thoughts were running in her mind but without flow. Logans' face, Alecs' words, her job at Jam Pony and the danger she was in the night before. Where was the enjoyment she was supposed to feel after telling Logan things were done? Was this the right thing to do? Enough thinking, Max groaned, my water will get cold before I have time to enojy it.
