Hey guys! Aww man, the holidays are over. That sucks. But at least i'm back, and i've updated! It's very short, i know, but you're just gonna have to deal with that :D You may hate it, you may love it. Comment. Tell me why :)
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The dark-eyed beauty sat on a bench outside his old dorm. She hadn't found him. She really didn't know if she wanted to find him either, because she knew they both had a lot to say. She got up and looked around, then saw him walking towards the quad. She sighed, but her feet took control and steered her towards the boy whose image had haunted her waking hours. He didn't notice her, in fact he was the only boy who didn't notice her. His head was down, looking at the ground. He was like a shadow of his former self…the arrogance was still there, but the pain showed much clearer on his face. The boy had changed, he'd let himself get hurt. The girl flinched at the look in his eyes. She knew that she'd put that pain there.
Logan's POV
I unpacked my suitcases in about 3 hours. Obviously I had a lot of stuff… expensive stuff. Getting my heart broken didn't change the fact that I was better off than most people at PCA. Although, I had left some stuff at home. The most flashy stuff was in a box in my room, cos after my trip to France I had a feeling I wouldn't be needing to impress anyone. When Dana wasn't there, I flirted with everyone, trying to kid myself that I didn't need her. Yeah, I kept in touch and all, but I figured that if she could leave so easily, then she probably didn't want me. And I was fine for a while, until she met Pierre. Ugh. Pierre. She would go ON and ON about Pierre, like he was some freaking minor deity. It just made me want to fly out there and talk some sense into her. Losing her, like, really losing her scared me. So I started being nice…and honest… and I tried to show her that she would have been better with me. Then I got to France, and I realised something. You can't lose what you never had, especially if it belongs to someone else.
Dana's POV
I still blame myself, although a little part of me thinks that it was Logan. Logan never asked… never. When I met Pierre, that's when the problems started. I would tell Logan…I would try to get a reaction out of him, but no. Nothing. He obviously didn't give a damn. Then something unexpected happened. I fell hard for Pierre. I loved Logan, but Pierre was available, he was perfect, and he was in Paris. I never forgot Logan., but Pierre… well he sent me flowers and poetry. Stuff I would have laughed at before, but given to me while his sexy voice whispered in my ears about the stars and philosophy, somehow became beautiful. After a few months I realised that I loved him. I just wasn't in love with him. I loved the way he treated me… but he never made me feel like Logan could, and he never made me angry. I think I broke two hearts in one summer… does that make me a bitch?
Oh. Yes it does.