A/N: Not much to say. Writer's block I guess.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, and I just borrowed them for pure fun.
EPILOGUE
„Max? What happened?" Logan sat in a comfy recliner, watching out the window, his chair parked next to him.
"I…She said some things. I needed to talk to you." She cast her eyes down.
"Are you okay?" Logan straightened and looked at her, worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just…" She took a deep breath. "She told me that I deserve to be happy."
"You do. Of course you do." Logan smiled at her lovingly.
"And she also figured out what I need to be happy." Max nervously ran her sweaty hands over the texture of her pants, leaving darker imprints.
"And?"
"It's you," Max whispered. She looked at him, scared.
Logan was shocked. Max, his Max was standing in front of him, telling him that she needed him to b happy. He must have heard her wrong. That couldn't be. Why would she need him?
"I'm here. You can always come to me when you need something," he answered, confused.
"No, this is not what I mean. I…I think I'm in love with you."
"Max..."
"I'm serious, Logan."
He wanted so much to believe her, to just stand up and embrace her, kiss her, hold her forever. But he had spent so much time convincing himself that this beautiful creature could never fall for a pathetic cripple like him that he couldn't accept her confession.
Max took his silence the wrong way, though. "I knew it. God, I never should have that this. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I know that you can't fall in love with a girl like me. Just, please, forget what I've just said. I gotta get outta here!" She cursed herself and Helen. She had made a complete fool out of herself and things would probably never be the same again. How could she ever look him in the eyes again? She turned on the heels and stormed out of the room.
"Max!" Logan finally awoke from his state of shock. "Come back! Please!" He struggled to get into his chair as quickly as possible and misjudged the softness of the recliner. He didn't quite get the leverage he would have needed but forgot to double-check if his hip was above the chair. With a scream he landed hard on the floor.
Max heard him fall when she had reached the end of the hallway. She couldn't leave now, she had to check on him, and so she quickly turned around.
"Are you okay?" She kneeled down next to him as he sat on the floor, startled by the unexpected fall and Max's openness.
"I'm fine. Max, why did you run away?" He sat up and leaned against the recliner for support.
"I…Helen told me that you would feel the same way. God, I don't know why I listened to her…"
"Max, shhh." He put a finger on her lips and then slowly leaned forward to gently place his lips on hers. "Of course I feel the same way. I have ever since I met you," he told her after breaking the contact.
"Why did you never tell me?" Max didn't move, his hand still cupping her cheek.
He snorted. "Look at me," he took his hand away and motioned at his outstretched legs. "You deserve so much better."
Max shook her head. "You are the best I could ever hope for. It's me who doesn't deserve you."
Logan smiled. "You know what? We just stop talking like that and kiss, okay?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
THE END
I think I'm eventually gonna end up writing a sequel, but for now I felt like I need to come to an end.
I hope you liked it.
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, and I just borrowed them for pure fun.
EPILOGUE
„Max? What happened?" Logan sat in a comfy recliner, watching out the window, his chair parked next to him.
"I…She said some things. I needed to talk to you." She cast her eyes down.
"Are you okay?" Logan straightened and looked at her, worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just…" She took a deep breath. "She told me that I deserve to be happy."
"You do. Of course you do." Logan smiled at her lovingly.
"And she also figured out what I need to be happy." Max nervously ran her sweaty hands over the texture of her pants, leaving darker imprints.
"And?"
"It's you," Max whispered. She looked at him, scared.
Logan was shocked. Max, his Max was standing in front of him, telling him that she needed him to b happy. He must have heard her wrong. That couldn't be. Why would she need him?
"I'm here. You can always come to me when you need something," he answered, confused.
"No, this is not what I mean. I…I think I'm in love with you."
"Max..."
"I'm serious, Logan."
He wanted so much to believe her, to just stand up and embrace her, kiss her, hold her forever. But he had spent so much time convincing himself that this beautiful creature could never fall for a pathetic cripple like him that he couldn't accept her confession.
Max took his silence the wrong way, though. "I knew it. God, I never should have that this. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I know that you can't fall in love with a girl like me. Just, please, forget what I've just said. I gotta get outta here!" She cursed herself and Helen. She had made a complete fool out of herself and things would probably never be the same again. How could she ever look him in the eyes again? She turned on the heels and stormed out of the room.
"Max!" Logan finally awoke from his state of shock. "Come back! Please!" He struggled to get into his chair as quickly as possible and misjudged the softness of the recliner. He didn't quite get the leverage he would have needed but forgot to double-check if his hip was above the chair. With a scream he landed hard on the floor.
Max heard him fall when she had reached the end of the hallway. She couldn't leave now, she had to check on him, and so she quickly turned around.
"Are you okay?" She kneeled down next to him as he sat on the floor, startled by the unexpected fall and Max's openness.
"I'm fine. Max, why did you run away?" He sat up and leaned against the recliner for support.
"I…Helen told me that you would feel the same way. God, I don't know why I listened to her…"
"Max, shhh." He put a finger on her lips and then slowly leaned forward to gently place his lips on hers. "Of course I feel the same way. I have ever since I met you," he told her after breaking the contact.
"Why did you never tell me?" Max didn't move, his hand still cupping her cheek.
He snorted. "Look at me," he took his hand away and motioned at his outstretched legs. "You deserve so much better."
Max shook her head. "You are the best I could ever hope for. It's me who doesn't deserve you."
Logan smiled. "You know what? We just stop talking like that and kiss, okay?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
THE END
I think I'm eventually gonna end up writing a sequel, but for now I felt like I need to come to an end.
I hope you liked it.