She bent over and kissed him sweetly on his forehead before cuddling back onto his shoulder for the last time.
Logan inhaled and was comforted by the familiar sent of lilies lying next to him. He gently squeezed his nighttime nymph just to make sure she really was there.
Finally he opened his eyes, she was ... perfect, perfect for him; and he didn't even have her, couldn't have her unless...
He had the courage now to tell her, but not to wake her. He'd wait, just a little longer.
But she didn't want that, she was happy with the way things were, she was enjoying their arrangement. He couldn't do that to her either, upset her, she didn't want a boyfriend, she wasn't ready, she told him that right from the beginning; and Logan, no matter how much it hurt would respect that. He would ... he looked at her ... if he could ... she her cheek into him ... if ... she smiled ...
He couldn't.
He wasn't strong enough and he couldn't believe it. It was killing him to know that she wanted him, but didn't need him. He needed her and needed her to need him. He couldn't do it anymore, but ...
"I ..."
Logan held his breath as a tear escaped and rolled down his cheek falling on the pillow just beside Rory as she slept.
"I love you Ace."
He kissed her.
"Goodbye."
And Logan slipped away...
The End.
