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"Logan?" The house is gloomy, almost sinister in appearance from the outside, but the side door is open, and she calls his name, though it is barely louder than a whisper. She hears a faint noise to her left, and nearly jumps out of her skin. "Logan?" She calls again, taking a step towards it. She finds him sleeping turbulently on a sheet-covered couch, the only piece of furniture left in the room. His eyelashes cast crescent shadows on his cheeks, and her heart wrenches at how young he looks, the vulnerability he exudes when his defenses are down. "Logan?" She whispers again, apprehensively coming closer. "Great," she mutters, when she is standing above him, taking in the rising and falling of his chest. "You're sleeping. Of course you're sleeping. With my luck, you've probably met someone already. A new '09er, or something. I bet her name is Lauren...I've always hated the name Lauren." She chuckles softly to herself, rubbing her eyes, try to snuffle away her tears. "And I bet she's beautiful, and obviously smart, but nice too, and she loves you." Tears spill onto her cheeks, and her breathing becomes haggard. "She loves you so much, and she's not afraid to say it. She'll make you so happy. And you'll completely forget that we ever-that this ever…" She gestures from herself to his sleeping figure. "That you ever even looked at me." Her entire body shakes with the sheer magnitude of her grief. "But I'll never forget it. Maybe it's better that you aren't awake. I wouldn't have wanted you to see me like this. But even though you can't hear me, I need to tell you this. I love you." She wipes her cheek with the back of her hand, but it doesn't stop the latest torrent of tears from cascading down her cheeks. "I'm not afraid of admitting it anymore and I'm not afraid to tell you and I know you won't hurt me. But it's not good enough, I know that." Her heart breaks as she gazes down at his sleeping form. "Everything I had to say, every defense I had…they were excuses. There isn't anything I can say to excuse the way I treated you." She gulps and drops to her knees as a new wave of tears wrack her chest. Slowly, she leans across him, gently pressing her lips to his. When he doesn't respond, she stands and slips away, her heart in her throat. When she reaches the sliding doors, she fleetingly glances back.
"Veronica!" He calls, and she stops.
Author's Note: I know this is mostly dialogue, and some of you might not like it, but I had soo much fun writing this chapter.