Max voiceover (her looking out her window)-
So I got shot…Again. Almost got caught by the CDC and White, yet here I am slightly smiling starring out into the city and realizing it's not such a bad place. Of course I'm only thinking that because I saw Logan today. The old Logan, the Logan I met a year and a half ago. There was no difference when he strode into that room even wearing all black, he looked more alive than he had in months. Maybe it was that haircut or maybe it was the shy unsure smile that kept poking out, he's getting over what happened last week, it's still awkward, but it's so much better.
For the first time in a week, I feel like we're going to beat this, I don't know how but we are. I just want him to be happy, I don't have any idea how to do it though. I don't know how to walk this tightrope, but at least he isn't pushing me away so much anymore.
I wish I could say I regret last week. That I regret going to him. Kissing him, touching him, making love with him, but I don't.
I regret it didn't last.
I regret it tears us apart a little more inside to know what perfection is just out of our reach.
I don't regret having these memories though. I don't regret to know what it felt to dance with him in the real world. I don't regret knowing the complexity our kisses could have, the depths they could reach. I don't regret finding out what it felt like to be held in the arms of someone who truly loves me and who I truly love.
To see myself in his eyes…
No, I don't regret a second of it.
It's painful, I'll admit that, it's like someone is stabbing me in the heart over and over again, but then I start to think that I had it. I held perfection. For one hour I knew what every song meant, every reason there was to fight for my freedom. I can't regret that.