Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to anything from Marvel or the rights to either of these songs which are titled; "You Were Just Here," and "I Probably Wouldn't Be This Way." Mind the mistakes and typos if there are any, I'm extremely sick today and my head has been killing me so I wasn't able to concentrate the way I would have liked. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter as there's only one more left. Please enjoy!

"Are you gonna' tell her?"

"Tell her what?"

"That you hate her and hope she dies?"

"I don't want her to die Marie, I just want her to go home," Logan said to Rogue the next day before dinner. He was looking over the dining room to see if Haylie was sitting at the staff table when Rogue came up behind him.

"You want her to die, go home, same thing," she said, resting her hand on his shoulder. "You want me to sit with you?"

"Where's Bobby?" he asked, looking around.

"He has to work late, but don't worry about him, he's fine about everything now,"

"Good," he said. "Yeah, you can sit with me if you want,"

Together they both walked to the staff table and sat down beside each other.

"Logan, don't you want to sit beside me?" Haylie asked and everyone turned to look at him to hear his answer.

"I just wanna' eat and go to the gym," he said, scooping a large spoonful of Jambalaya onto his plate.

"Don't you want to go out and do something tonight?"

"I've got classes tomorrow, so I can't, I gotta' get ready for 'em,"

"Oh, okay…"

"So Haylie, when are you going back home?" Scott asked. Although the question had been burning on everyone's lips, he had been the only one to actually ask her. Funnily enough, it hadn't seemed rude or tactless; it had seemed merely curious and casual.

"Oh, well, I hadn't really thought much about it, I just thought I would stay here for a while,"

"Don't your parents miss you?"

"Yes, but they understand that I'm here, helping Logan to get over Chloe, so they're okay,"

Jean made a choking sound and everyone knew what she was laughing about that made her to begin choking on her water. She thought she was helping him to get over me, when all she had done since she had arrived that was helpful was to get our father arrested, other than that, she had just caused trouble and been a nuisance.

"Well, we're takin' care of him, we know how, so you don't have to worry about it; you can go home if you want," Rogue said.

Haylie gave her a look that meant death masked with a sickly sweet fake smile. "I'm sure you would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Actually, yeah, I would," Rogue said with her own smile.

"You know, Logan is my boyfriend," she said.

"The only person I've heard call Logan your boyfriend is you, had he ever said that the two of you were dating, or did you just make it up like you did about the two of us?" Rogue shot back.

Normally Professor Xavier would have stopped the arguments at the dinner table, however, he saw nothing wrong with Rogue's comments, and he felt she had the right to be angry with her and that he questions were earnest. That, and to be quite honest, he didn't care too much for her, either. She had caused too much trouble in his home and school and so he allowed Marie to go on with the conversation.

"I didn't make up anything about the two of you,"

"You said we were havin' and affair; could be me, but I think you've got a problem with hearin' and seein' things that don't really happen,"

"Whether you want to admit it or not, I saw the two of you together, he kissed you and I heard you saying that you loved him," she said smugly.

"Are you jealous that he would rather kiss me with my poisonous skin than to kiss you?"

"So you're admitting that he did kiss you then?"

"Maybe I am, why, would that make you mad?"

"No, I know that you're only trying to make yourself feel better because you're jealous that he likes me and not you. Besides, Logan wouldn't do something like that to me,"

"Have you met Logan, 'cause you sure don't seem to know a lot about him,"

"You're so jealous it's pathetic,"

"Of what, 'cause it ain't you,"

"You're jealous because he's not scared to touch my skin,"

I, however out spoken I was, would never have thrown that up in her face. Some things are just off limits during an argument, her powers being one. Her extremely rude comment caused a gasp from the other woman at the table.

"Logan's not scared to touch me,"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Positive," she said and before anyone knew what she was doing, Rogue had grabbed both sides of Logan's face with her gloved hands and planted a just long enough kiss on his bare lips to prove a point without stealing any of his energy away.

"Marie, what is going on?" Bobby asked from behind the two of them. He had, unfortunately, walked in a little too late to understand what was happening.

"I was just provin' to Haylie that Logan's not scared of my skin," she promptly defended.

"And the only way to do that was to kiss him?"

"Well, I wasn't really thinkin' about how else I could do it," she said sheepishly.

"Look," Logan said, standing up and throwing down his napkin onto the table. "I'm goin' to my room, if anyone bothers me then you better have something for me to run my claws through besides you," He walked from the room and started to the staircase.

"Logan, is it possible for you to keep your hands off my wife?" Bobby asked heatedly, following him.

Logan stopped, turned around and got right into his face. "I didn't have my hands on her, but if you wanna' take care of your wife then I suggest that you go back in there with her,"

"Is that a threat? I'm not some stupid little kid, you don't scare me and you can't intimidate me anymore,"

"I'm not threatin' you, I'm sayin' that Haylie's probably in there already on her right now and if you want to take care of her so badly then you should be in there takin' up for her," he said and then turned and walked away.

The stress that Haylie had created in those few short weeks was enough to make even Chuck lose his patients and so for someone like Logan, who lost his patients and temper so easily, he couldn't be in the same room with her any longer. True he and Bobby weren't what you would call best friends by any means, but she had brought up enough tense situations between the two that it was going to take a while for Logan to earn back Bobby's trust, which at that moment, was the farthest thing from his mind.

Once he reached his room, he walked in and nearly slammed the door off its hinges. He went to grab his car keys, the thought of going to buy more whiskey on his mind, but then remembered that he had told Marie he wouldn't drink for a week or two and so instead, he sat down on his bed, willing himself to see me, but it didn't work. He wanted to see me, to talk to me, to have me convince him that one day he would be okay.

"Chloe, I miss you darlin'," he whispered quietly to his room.

There sat a broken man. Logan had always been broken, but slowly, little by little, someone who loved him would come along and give a piece of his life back to him. Rogue had been the one whom had spent many restless nights to help him put all of the jumbled pieces together, and I had come in at the end, with the one, big piece that finished it all. With me, his life felt complete, and without me, he couldn't quite make out the picture. Poor Rogue probably felt like all of her work was in vain, but it wasn't. If it had been opposite, with me in her position, he would have been just as complete with her as he was me. If she had left him, he would have cried just as hard, hurt just as badly and felt just as alone as he did right then. Logan was used to being alone, he had been for fifteen-years of his life, but once he met Rogue and me, there was never a moment he had felt alone. Whether it had been because he was with her or thinking of me, it didn't matter, but right then, he felt alone like he never had.

He looked up at his nightstand and saw my journal. If there had been anyone thing that had helped him the most in that month, it had been reading my journal. To him there was something comforting about being able to read the words that only I had seen. He felt as though even if I couldn't be there with him to tell him my most random thoughts, he could at least read what I had been thinking. He picked up the journal and curiously flipped to the last entry. It was dated the day before my death.

"Dear Journal,

Wow, today has been extremely emotional for me, both good and bad. While I was getting ready for breakfast, I got a call from Christine, the girl I interviewed last week, telling me that she had decided against going to school here. I was, and still am, quite sad. I think she would have done so well here, but I guess she didn't feel the same.

Anyway, after that whole ordeal, I went down to eat breakfast and it seemed like both Logan and the Professor were trying to avoid me. I mean, yeah, Logan and I haven't exactly been making nice lately, but he usually speaks to me some at least, but today he seemed…aloof. Chuck, on the other hand, almost seemed to be doing all that he could to not look in my general direction, let alone in the eye. I went halfway through eating thinking that I had food stuck in my teeth or had something on my face, until I realized that it was just me. So, with my extremely sunny disposition (Ha), I headed off to the library, where I studied up on some student files. I got kind of caught up in the files, so I worked through lunch. That and I really didn't want to have to sit through Logan and the Professor just slight of ignoring me once again. Once lunch was over, who should be coming and sitting down beside me but my dear Wolverine? He asked me to go to Canada with him during the summer. I didn't answer him right then, because I didn't know what to do. Truth be told, I was a little shocked; we haven't really had a proper conversation in weeks and then all of a sudden, today he comes and asks me to go on a road trip with him.

Well, if that wasn't enough to get my head spinning as it was, Logan said that the Professor wanted to see me in his office. So I went in, slightly nervous. While I say there, he told me that he had a feeling that I was in trouble. Yes, he calmly told me that he thought I should go with Logan to Canada this summer because he felt as though the danger I was in wouldn't be until then and that way I could avoid it. At first, I panicked, I mean, completely panicked, I think I might have even yelled at him once or twice. After panicking I thought that perhaps Logan had some how swindled him into convincing me that I was in danger just so that I would go to Canada with him, but then thought that maybe Logan hadn't been the swindler but perhaps the Professor had been. What if he had talked Logan into taking me with him on his trip? Well, naturally, I was upset at more than just the thought of that. I was scared, because one; the Professor said I was in danger, two; he didn't really know how or when, and three; I'm in freakin' danger! By the time we were through with our conversation, he had assured me that I would be fine for the next few months and that when I went out; Logan had agreed to take care of me. Of course he did, he's always taken care of me, even when he's a little bit mad at me.

After dinner, I was a bag of nerves and so I thought that I could hit the gym for a while and knock around the punching bag for an hour or two. However, I never quite got to it. On my way to the gym, Logan stopped me. We had a nice little heart to heart that's been long over due. To finally get to talk to him and to hear what he had to say to me felt like a weight had been lifted from me. He told me that he loved me, and although I've always known that, going as long as we have without really speaking, just to hear him say that to me made me feel…I don't know. I don't know quite how to articulate into words how nice it felt to just cry, to have him hold me and when I told him that I loved him to hear him say that he loved me, too. We agree that even though we felt the same way about each other, we're going to be just friend. True, I would sill chew my own right arm off to be with him, I think I'm good with just having him back for now; I missed him. Oh, and by the way, I found out that me going to Canada with him was all his idea and that when he had gone to the Professor to ask for the summer off, he knew he was going to ask me and told him he thought it was a good idea. So I told him yes, I'm so excited now, I can't wait to take a road trip with him. Our trip to Seattle was so much fun and we barely knew each other then.

So, after we finished talking about our relationship and settled on something, we headed to the kitchen. I wanted some hot chocolate and he wanted to play poker.

"So, did you miss me beating you?" I asked with a slight smirk as we sat beside each other at the island playing. I know you're supposed to probably sit opposite of each other while playing cards, but I had missed being with him and so I sat right next to him, as close as I could get to try and make up for the lost space between us.

"I think I'm the one who's beatin' you, darlin'," he said with his own smirk.

"I'm letting you win; I don't want you to feel bad,"

"You're letting him win? That's not fun," Scott said, walking into the kitchen.

"She's not lettin' me; I'm winnin' on my own,"

I rolled my eyes at Scott and he smiled at me. You know, I wonder what color his eyes are? I bet they're blue…yes, I think that he has black hair and blue eyes. Or they could be red; I suppose that would be logical. Hm…no, I think they're blue. He's so cute! Anyway, he grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry, came over, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Stop letting him win Chloe; he's got enough to gloat about without it,"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Oh, and good luck to you're team tonight,"

"What team?" he asked as Logan dealt me a new hand.

"Aren't you watching a game?"

"No, Jean and I are going to watch a movie together,"

"You're taking a bag of chips to watch a movie with your wife?"

"Bad idea?"

"Very bad idea," I shook my head. Men.

He put the bag of chips in the pantry. "You two have fun," he said as he walked from the kitchen. He then turned around and gave me a look that felt like if he hadn't had his glasses on, might have involved a wink.

"So, you and Scooter got something goin' on?" Logan asked once Scott was gone.

"Oh yeah, we're in the middle of a hot and heavy romantic affair with one another. See what happens when I can't have you; I'm forced to move onto someone else," I joked.

He smiled and let out a small laugh. "Not settin' very high standards for yourself, are you kid?"

"Ha, ha, so funny," I said dryly wining the new hand. "I like Scott, he's a good guy. He's very brotherly to me,"

"Brotherly?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yeah, brotherly, it refers to the bond between a brother and a sister in sibling relationship, which has been how the two of us have responded to one another,"

"I know what it means,"

"Then why did you say it like that?"

"Because I wanted to see how you would explain it," he said with a smirk. "It was worth it,"

"I'm glad that you get so much entertainment from how I speak, it brings joy to my heart to know that I can amuse you," I said, rolling my eyes. I put two of my cards down and he touched my hand as he handed me my two new ones. My heart still skips when he touches me. He kept his hand there on mine, prolonging the touch. He looked me in the eye and I did my best to smile at him. "You know, even though we're not…going out, or whatever, we both still like each other, right? So I think it would be okay if you ever wanted to…touch my hand, or something, I think it was fall in the rules of us still being friends,"

"I thought we could just make up our own rules," he said and then picked up my hand and kissed it.

I leaned closer to him. "If you just trying to woo me so that I'll let you win again, it's not going to work," I said with a wink.

"Well, I thought it wouldn't hurt," he said and smiled at me.

"I missed you,"

He let out a deep breath and continued to hold my hand to him. "I missed you too, darlin'," I bit my lip. "What are you thinkin' about?" he asked.

"Can we…" I started and trailed off.

"Can we what?"

"Not go this long without talking to each other again, I really didn't like it,"

He nodded his head. "Yeah," he said. "Come here," He took my hand, pulled me to him and held me.

"Don't ever leave me," I said to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He held me to him with one hand and cradled my head with his other.

"I'm not goin' to," he whispered in my ear and kissed me on my temple. "I'm not goin' anywhere,"

It took us a while, but we finally finished our hand of poker. I won. Afterwards we didn't feel like playing anymore and since we both have to get up early in the morning, we decided to go to bed. He walked me to my room, like he used to and I realized how much I missed him.

"Well, goodnight," I said, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Night,"

I turned to open my door and go inside as he started towards his room. "Logan?"

"Yeah?" he said, turning back around.

I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you and I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt you,"

"Darlin' you didn't do anything to hurt me," he said and then kissed me on top of my head. "I love you too, kid, goodnight,"

"Goodnight," I said again and walked into my room.

So today has been emotional, to say the least. I don't feel quite as scared as I did this afternoon. I know that Logan will do his best to take care of me and that makes me feel safe.

Well, I'm tired and I've got to get up really early tomorrow, so I think I'm going to go now. I need to sit out my clothes for the interview; I think I'm going to wear my cowboy boots for the first time. I need to make it good; it's probably going to be the last time I go out until this summer. Who knows, tomorrow may be the best day of my life? I'll write back tomorrow night and tell you. All right, this is goodnight, so goodnight!

Remember To:

Do Laundry

Buy Valentine's Day cards for everyone

Take back all of the student files to Chuck

Start planning on what to take with me to Canada this summer. I'm so excited!

Chloe,"

Logan closed the book, and though he sat it down gently, he felt angry, mostly with himself. He wondered then, more than ever, why he had just let me go the way that he had. The reasons that he had had for not wanting me to be with him, seemed incredibly trivial and unimportant. He felt as though he had let me get away. If he loved me and I loved him, then what was holding him back, what was his problem? he wondered. Why had he not only just turned me down but also not been the first to tell me how he felt? He had loved me for so long and yet he had let me be the one to make the first, and only, move. It was one of those things where he saw the situation as if he had done something different, if he had taken control of what was going on between us, then it would have been better. In his pained hindsight, he thought that different would have meant better. However, while he was full of regret, he didn't realize that different could have meant worse. What if we had been together, something happened and then I died mad at him? Or, what if nothing had happened but we had just been together when I died, how much more would that have hurt him? If it had ever been possible to break a broken man, I had succeeded in doing so.

He stood from his bed and decided that he was going to go to the gym; he needed to his something and thought it would be better for him to go there than to wait for Scott or Bobby to show up at his door and hit them instead. So he took off his flannel shirt and tossed it absentmindedly to the floor before walking from his room and into the hall. He was walking past my room door when he heard someone moving around in there. He paused and sniffed, hoping his instinct was wrong and that it was just Jean or Storm putting some of my stuff that had been left in the laundry room, den or living room away so that it wouldn't get hurt, but he was right, he always was, and that was one time he wished he could have been wrong.

He opened the door and saw that my room had been turned upside down. Most of my things had been scattered about and what hadn't been, seemed to be packed away in various boxes that littered my floor. He heard Haylie in my closet and saw her toss a few articles of my clothing to the floor, joining a pile that she had been working on for, judging by the size of it, quite a while. He had wanted to keep it the way that I had left it and Professor Xavier had said that he could, acknowledging that he wasn't ready to go through my things right then, so seeing my room in complete disarray heightened the rage that he had been bottling up for her since she had arrived just after my funeral.

"What are you doin'?" he asked uncharacteristically calm, walking up to her inside of my nearly empty closet.

"I'm cleaning out this room. I've realized that as long as her stuff is still here, you and everyone else are refusing to move on, so I'm doing something that everyone is too afraid to do and I'm going through her stuff and getting rid of everything that's just…bad," she said. She picked up one of my favorite sweaters with the tips of her fingers as though it was dirty and she was afraid hold it and then dropped it carelessly to the floor. "Which, so far, seems to be…well, everything,"

"I want you to stop and get out of her room. Right now," he said, looking at her from underneath his eyebrows, again, very calmly.

She placed her hands on her hips and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "Logan, I'm doing this for you, don't you get it?" she asked with a tone in her voice that hinted at her starting to lose her patients. "No, I don't suppose you do, do you? She's dead, you saw her die, she's not coming back and you're going to have to just get over it,"

"I'm gonna' tell you one more time to get out of her room,"

"Seriously, it's been like a month already, you're going to have to make a choice Logan; her or me?"

"Her," he said. He didn't bat an eye nor pause a second to contemplate his answer; it was his automatic, his truth. "Now get out,"

"Or what, what are you going to do?" she asked him, far too over confident in herself. You see, Haylie had only known that Logan's mutation was incredibly fast rejuvenating abilities, she was blatantly oblivious to the fact that he had metal surgically grafted to every bone in his body and that at will, he could pop out six, three to each hand, cleverly place, and curiously long, claws. She was apparently clueless to Wolverine's short fuse and quick temper or otherwise she wouldn't have been taunting him quite the way that she was. And so when Logan pushed her into the closet door and extended one claw close enough to her throat, without actually touching it, it would naturally elicit and ear piercing yell for help.

It didn't take long before Jean and Rogue were both running into the room.

"Logan, it's okay, why don't you take a step back and tell me what's wrong?" Jean said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't want to talk about it, you know what she did, now leave me alone,"

"You are not going to hurt her, so why don't you at least retract your claw and move back just a little bit,"

"Look what she did to her room,"

"I know that you wanted to keep it the way that it was and I know that you're extremely upset. I don't understand exactly how you feel Logan, I'm not going to pretend that I do, but I know that hurting Haylie isn't going to change anything that's happened,"

"Why are you so calm? He's going to kill me!" Haylie shrieked dramatically.

"He's not going to kill you, he's just angry with you right now,"

"I've been angry with her since she got here Jean, you know that,"

"I know, but just listen to me Logan, let her go with Marie and the two of us can talk about it. When you calm down, you can speak to her and explain why you're so angry with her,"

"Why don't I just tell her right now?"

"Okay, you can, but I think it would be better if you didn't have your claw out, alright, can you at least put that away?"

He stood there for a moment longer before retracting his single claw, but didn't move.

"What is wrong with you?" Haylie screamed at him.

"Haylie, keep your voice down," Jean said to her.

"Don't tell me to keep my voice down; he was just threatening to kill me!"

"He was not threatening to kill you; he was just trying to get you to stop talking so that you would leave,"

"He could have asked me to leave!"

"I did," he said.

"He did," Jean said at the same time as Logan.

"Well why is he so mad at me?" she shrieked, holding her neck where Logan's claw had been pointed, but never touched.

"Aside from the face that you've complete trashed Chloe's room?" Rogue said from a few feet away.

"I wasn't trashing it, I was cleaning it out," she snapped.

"If we can all calm down, then I think we can talk this through, but right now we can't do anything," Jean said, keeping her hand on Logan's shoulder.

"Fine, because I want to know exactly why I've just been harassed by my own boyfriend,"

"I'm not your boyfriend," Logan said, raising his voice and shaking his head with anger. "Don't you get that?"

"So what have these past few weeks been about then, were you just leading me on?"

"I never said anything to make you think that. I can't stand you,"

"What? Were you just using me then, just so you could make Rogue mad?"

"I needed someway to have your father put back into jail and you were the only way I could have done it. So yeah, I was usin' you,"

"So you didn't care about me at all, everything was fake, even when you were kissing me in the car yesterday, it was just a joke?"

"It wasn't a joke, none of us found it funny, but Logan didn't know any other way to have him sent back to prison,"

She looked around in overly dramatic shock. "You were all in on this, weren't you?"

None of them replied to the question.

"Haylie, I think it might be better if you just went home right now," Jean said calmly.

"No, I want to talk to Professor Xavier about what's going on here and how he's running this school,"

"Alright, fine, Rogue, go and get the Professor, tell him that Haylie would like to speak with him,"

Rogue shot Haylie a rude look as she turned to leave the room. Jean removed her hand from Logan's shoulder and he moved to follow Marie out the door.

"Well where are you going, I thought we were going to talk this out?" Haylie called after him.

"I gotta' go talk to someone, Jean and Chuck'll fill you in on everything you need to know and they won't try to kill you," he said, adding sarcasm to his voice at the end.

He went straight to his room, found the shirt that he had thrown down just minutes before and pulled it back on, tucking it in after buttoning it and before he pulled on his leather jacket. He grabbed his car keys and jogged down the steps, taking two at a time, feeling the itchy feeling that he just needed out. He sped out of the school in his car as fast as he could, his mind reeling back and forth between being extremely angry with Haylie to being upset that my room was no longer how I had left it. What he had wanted was simple; to keep things how they had been before I left, but she had completely and utterly turned everything around from the way they were while I was there. She was talented; she had somehow managed to piss off all of the adults, even the Professor. To a certain degree, I was impressed. She had single handedly irritated everyone at the school, all while thinking that everyone loved her. That's one heck of a self-esteem if you ask me.

I woke up at 5 a.m.
Hearing your voice again
But it was just the TV
Coming from the other room.

Your half-empty coffee cup
Is sitting right where it was
I almost moved it last night
But it didn't feel right.
It's too soon, it's too soon.
It still feels like

You were just here
You were just holding me
I was alright
I never would have believed
That you'd go away
That you could just disappear
When you were just here.

The calendar on the wall
Doesn't miss you at all
It still says you'll be there
With us all on Christmas Eve.

The picture you hung last week
Keeps staring back at me
There we are still laughin'
Like nothin' ever happened.
I still feel you in the air
It's not fair, it's not fair.

You were just here
You were just holding me
I was all right
I never would have believed
That you'd go away
That you could just disappear
When you were just here.

I reach out and you're not there
But I still feel you everywhere.
No matter how much I try
Or how hard I cry
It still feels like

You were just here
You were just holding me
I was alright
I never would have believed
That you'd go away
That you could just disappear
When you were just here.

Once Logan arrived at the cemetery, he made the short walk to my grave, the sight of the stone bringing up just as much pain as it had the first time he had seen it.

"Hey," he started. "I know it's been a while since I've been out here, but I've been kind'a busy. We uh, found your father and he's gonna' go to court tomorrow. Chuck said it was on the news, I didn't watch it, but they said he was gonna' plead guilty or whatever, so you're not gonna' have to worry about him anymore, we've taking care of it. I would've brought you some flowers or something, but I kind'a left the house in a hurry, so I'm sorry," he took a deep breath and ran his hands back through his hair. "Uh, your room is a little messed up; Haylie was goin' through all of your stuff before I could stop her. I'm sorry about that, I wanted to keep it the same for you, but I don't think that's possible anymore. I don't know why I let you go, darlin', you meant a lot to me kid, you still do, but I was stupid and should have known that what I wanted was you. I keep makin' excuses about how scared I was that you were gonna' start seeing me differently, how I really am, and you wouldn't want to be with me, but you knew me and didn't care. There's nothing I wouldn't give to get you back, Chloe, just so I can tell you how much I love you and that I'm sorry. I let you down, all of the men in your life let you down and I wanted to be different, I wasn't gonna' do that to you, but I did. I wanted you to be happy. I know you had it rough and I just wanted to make everything better for you, I don't know if you ever knew it or not, but I wanted to give you everything. I know you didn't want me to 'cause you wanted to earn everything you go. You did, you had it hard and you worked hard, kid. I'm sorry I didn't always tell you what I thought about you, but I uh…I was proud of you, I still am. You and Marie grew up and you did good with your lives, and I'm proud of both of you. I just wish I would've told you so that you knew. I know I usually come here and end up yellin' at you for leavin' me, but it wasn't your fault and I'm sorry that I blamed you. Look, I don't know what to say, I miss you so badly baby, I can't sleep anymore without dreamin' about you. It still hurts to not be able to hold you when I want, I missed bein' able to watch you sleep. I'm not sure if you knew it, but I used to watch you sleepin' a lot. I could always rest better when I knew that you were all right. I just wanted to take care of you and make you happy, that's all I wanted,"

"You did," I said from behind him and he turned around and looked at me. He moved backwards, leaned up against my headstone, and because it was Logan, I let him do it.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said back with a small smile.

"What happened to your hair?" he asked, noting that it was red.

I reached up and touched it. "I needed a change," I said.

He nodded his head. "I like it better the other way,"

"Me too,"

Our reunion was not going quite as I had planned.

You oughta see the way these people look at me
When they see me 'round here talking to this stone.

Everybody thinks I've lost my mind
But I just take it day by day.

I probably wouldn't be this way
I probably wouldn't hurt so bad
I never pictured every minute without you in it
Oh you left so fast.
Sometimes I see you standing there
Sometimes I feel an angel's touch
Sometimes I feel like I'm so lucky to have had the chance to
love this much.
God gave me a moment's grace
'Cause if I'd never seen your face
I probably wouldn't be this way.