5. Staying or leaving?

Rory sat next to sleeping Logan. She didn't know what to do now. Should she stay or should she go?

She wanted to stay and talk to him when he wakes up but she knew that he would have a hellish hang-over in the morning which made her doubt his ability to have a serious talk.

Silently she tiptoed out of Logan's bedroom and took her cell out of her pocket. She dialled Lisa's number and waited for her to answer.

"Hi. Is everything okay?" Lisa said after answering.

"Yeah. I got him to sleep but I don't know what to do now. He was so drunk. I don't even know if he understood that it was really me who was helping him. He kept calling me angel." Rory told Lisa.

"What are you going to do now?" Lisa asked.

"That is what I was going to ask you because I don't know. Part of me wants to stay and make sure he is okay. But other part thinks that it's not wise because I don't think he wants to see me here when he wakes up. He said some things that made me realise how much I really hurt him." Rory said.

"I can't tell you what to do. You need to figure it out on your own." Lisa said.

"I think I'm gonna leave soon. He is not going to be feeling well in the morning and I being here might just make it worse. I'm just gonna take care of some things here and then I'm gonna come and get my purse before heading home." Rory said.

"Okay. I'll see you soon" Lisa said and hung up.

Rory took care of few things before she went to see Logan. She put a glass of water and two pills of aspirin onto his nightstand.

She watched Logan sleeping for few minutes before standing up. She leaned down and gave Logan a little kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight Logan. I love you." She whispered and left wondering if she was doing the right thing by not staying.

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Logan woke up feeling like his head was going to explode. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He saw a glass of water and some pills of aspirin on his nightstand and took the pills. He wondered for a while how had they appeared on his nightstand. Maybe he put them in there last night. He couldn't remember even how he got home.

"Weird. I don't remember how I got home last night but I was wise enough to prepare for morning headache." Logan thought.

Then a horrible thought came to his head. What if he didn't put those pills in there? Had he hooked up with some woman last night?

"No, no, no…" He pulled the blanket over his head. If there has been a woman, maybe she was there still. He wanted to disappear. He tried to listen if there was someone else in the house but heard nothing.

He lay on his bed for half an hour until the aspirin had kicked in. Then he stood up and went to shower. He couldn't still be sure that he had spent last night alone but at least he was pretty sure that he was alone now.

After shower he put on some sweats and made his way down stairs.

When he got to kitchen he saw something that made him stop abruptly. There was a letter on the kitchen table.

"Oh god. There was someone here. I can't believe I did this." Logan thought cursing himself. He didn't want to think that he had had sex with some hook-up last night. He wanted Rory to be the last one who he had touched that way.

"Time to face the music." He said out loud and walked to the kitchen table. He took the letter in his hand and opened it.

His eyes popped wide open when he saw the familiar hand writing. He had to sit down and take a deep breath before he was able to start reading.

Hi Logan

You probably wonder how a letter from me has emerged to your kitchen table so I'm going start by explaining what happened last night. You came home from a bar I guess and accidentally tried to open the wrong door with your keys. The door happened to belong one of my co-workers and I was there visiting her last night. So I helped you home. Nothing happened between us if you wonder that. You passed out right after I got you to bed.

Now that that's cleared out I can move to real reason for this letter. I want to talk to you face-to-face. I know that I hurt you and that you don't owe me anything but I'm begging you to give me a chance to talk to you. Everything happened so quickly when we broke up and I didn't get to say what I really wanted to say but was too afraid to. So in the end of this letter are my cell number (if you have forgotten it), my new e-mail and my home address. That's right I live in San Francisco now.

If you don't let me talk to you voluntarily, I'll just have to stalk you. I didn't get to do it when I wanted to find out about LDB and I hope I don't have to do it this time either… But it is your call.

Just please contact me. I promise I'm not trying to make things worse. I just want to talk.

Rory

P.S. I made you some sandwiches. They are in the fridge. And I loaded your coffee maker. All you have to do is push the button. I hope you have already found the aspirin that I left upstairs for you. I thought you might need them.

P.P.S. I have missed you. A lot.

Logan put the letter on the table and stared it. Rory had been there. She had taken care of his drunken ass.

After almost ten minutes of staring Logan finally stood up. He made his way to coffee maker and pushed the button. After that he opened the fridge and there were two sandwiches. Rory had made them just the way she knew he liked them.

He waited for coffee to be ready and poured a cup for himself. He took his breakfast back to table and sat down. He took a sip from his coffee. It tasted familiar. No-one made the coffee taste the same as Rory.

While he ate his breakfast he thought about Rory and whether or not he should contact her. He re-read the letter and tried to figure if it was good or bad thing that she wanted to meet him. He came down to two options. One: She wanted meet him to explain why she thinks they are better apart and why it would have been wrong to get engaged. Two: She wanted to have a second chance.

The first option sounded horrible. He didn't want to hear Rory telling him that she is better without him.

The second option sounded nice to him but he wasn't sure if they could go back to what they had even if they both wanted to. So much had happened after their break up. What if they ended up hating each other? Logan didn't want to ruin the good memories that he had with Rory. He didn't want them to have even worse ending than they had already.

He didn't know what to do. He decided to not do anything right now. He was still too hangover to make this kind of decisions.

---------------------------------------------------

Rory was at her home thinking about last night. She couldn't help but think how good it felt to touch Logan again. But she also remembered Logan's bitter words. Was there hope for them after everything she'd done? She wasn't at all sure but she needed to try.

Rory wasn't very patient person so she didn't particularly enjoy waiting for Logan to contact her.

"I give him a week. If he doesn't contact me by next Saturday, I will start pushing him to talk to me." She thought.