A harsh cold feeling began to permeate Logan's brain. He shot straight up in bed and shivered. Someone must have cranked up the air conditioning, maybe Trina. He stumbled into the bathroom and splashed water on his face. As he looked up he noticed that his breath was visible. He checked the mirror and saw a figure hovering at the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom. A hand beckoned Logan back towards the bedroom.
Logan jerked around against the basin and got a closer look at the individual who was shrouded in a black cloak. He can't make out any part of the face, though the hand seems human. Logan began to walk in the direction of the bedroom. As he approached, he noticed the familiar ghostly glow around the cloaked figure. The figure moved back into the darkness of the bedroom, allowing Logan into the bedroom. The air is still cold and Logan's breath is now extremely visible against the inky blackness of the room. As he peered around, Logan saw that all the window shades had been pulled down pitching the room into almost complete darkness.
So who could this be, Logan thought to himself. As he recalled the events he had witnessed that night, he drew only on conclusion: Veronica. Oh, my God, Logan swallowed hard and felt his eyes begin to tear. He dropped to his knees and covered his face with his hands.
A frigid hand came up and landed on Logan's shoulder. Logan felt the sensation of ice flowing through his veins. It was almost paralyzing. A heaviness filled his body and his eyes glazed over. His lungs struggled to draw breath. But Logan could see the fog begin to fill the room, swirling around him and the mystery individual.
As the fog cleared, Logan looked around. The figure lifted him bodily up onto his feet. They were standing on the edge of a cliff. Logan heard a car pull up and watched as Veronica got out of a convertible. Her hair is flying all around her face, totally out of control. She looks tired and is dressed in a short black dress. He can see unshed tears in her eyes as she pushes back her hair from her face.
Veronica climbed through the white fence that lined the cliff. She began to walk towards where Logan and the dark cloaked figure. He can see she is clutching some papers. She walks to the edge and looks over. Logan moves to try and pull her back but he is stopped by the figure. He remembered the words of Lilly and his mother and stopped struggling. Logan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to watch as Veronica moved away from the edge. She opened up a piece of paper and seemed to be reading it silently. Logan slipped behind her and began to read over her shoulder.
Dear Duncan,
I know it seemed like I was always the strong one but I have nothing left. Dad is gone, Lilly is gone, even as I write this I know you are burying Logan. With everything that has happened, I just can't bear to go on. I know you and Meg will be happy together. Your wedding was absolutely amazing; I was honored to be Meg's maid of honor. I only regret that I will miss the pitter patter of little Kane feet. I had hoped that Logan would come back to us but I guess it was not meant to be. I hope where ever he is, he is happy. Please remember me with happy thoughts.
Love,
Veronica
Logan began to realize with horror what Veronica has planned. He looked down in her hand and saw with shock, his picture and obituary clutched in it. She refolded the note and placed it in an envelope. Veronica walked back to the car and taped it to the steering wheel. She turned and Logan could only watch as the wind picked up her hair and blew it back out of her face. She smiled a sad quiet smile, threw her arms out and stretched out her neck. But the smile slowly slipped away and was replaced with an anguished twist. The eyes that seemed to dance one minutes were filing with unshed tears. She made her way through the flimsy fence again and moved back to stop at the edge again.
Logan continued to watch, knowing he was unable to do anything to stop her. He had followed her from the cliff the car and back. He turned to the dark figure that just shook what looked like a head and pointed back to Veronica. Logan turned to see Veronica had removed her shoes and was teetering on the cliff much the same way that Logan had on the bridge. He watched as she began to tip forward, throwing her arms out and seemingly embracing the sky. He ran to try and catch her but she plunged through them and continued to plummet down out of sight.
Logan looked over at his shoulder at the dark figure whose cloak was blowing furiously in the wind. Logan turned and ran as fast as her could, tackling the individual to the ground. They wrestled back and forth, soon Logan began to tire. With a last burst of energy, he pushed off the hood and gasped in shock. Logan was staring at his own face.
