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"When someone leaves you, feelings change. But when they walk back into your life, you try to pick up where you left off. Even when it's hard."-Elizabeth Bennings
Before I knew it, my fist came in contact with his jaw. I hadn't expected it to be so hard. Screams filled the room as I clutched my hand to my chest. Logan tried to help, but I pushed him away. Tears streaked down my face. This wasn't the way I planned it to happen. I'd never meant to hurt anyone.
Soon, I was laughing and crying at the same time. Scott and Jean were by my side. Logan looked both hurt and puzzled. "She's hysterical," said Professor Xavier. Everyone just eyed me with quizzical looks. "You weren't kidding," mumbled Logan.
Somehow they managed to pull me to my feet. I'd calmed down by the time they brought me a glass of water.
"Julie, honey, do you want to lie down?" Jean looked concerned. Scott put his arm around her waist. Logan stared at the floor.
"No, I'm fine now," Jean questioned me with her eyes, "Really, I am." It took a few minutes to persuade her that I wasn't crazy before she let me relax.
"Logan," I whispered. He turned his head up to face me. "It's great to have you home." He smiled. And it was the truth, for I deeply meant it.
The weekend, and my birthday, passed by in a flash. Logan was the talk of the school. Professor Xavier needed him that weekend, so we hadn't had a chance to talk yet, other then our reunion that had gone horribly amiss. That was all due to me, and my lack of self-control.
Breakfast was always held promptly at ten 'o'clock. That morning, I'd overslept yet again and missed it completely. My stomach rumbled as I slumped into the kitchen with sleep still clouding my eyes. Surprisingly, Logan was at the table wolfing down a plate of eggs.
"Hungry much?" I yawned, still half asleep. He turned in his seat to take in my lack of daytime clothes. Logan grinned.
"Tired much?" He retorted, turning back to his breakfast. I yawned again. If I continued to miss breakfast, my bones would disintegrate. I was skinny enough as it is.
Gently, I leaned against the countertop, watching him eat. When he'd finished, he brought his plate to the sink. Holding up a dish of gross looking eggs he laughed, "Can I offer you some cold eggs?" I laughed along with him. "You could use some meat on those bones." Beneath the joking he sounded concerned.
"Since when did you get to be such a concerned parental figure?" I teased. "You're starting to sound like Jean." Logan scowled.
"Common kid, I'm just trying to look out for you." He play punched my shoulder. This reminded me of when we used to wrestle. Of course, like the gentlemen he was, Logan would always let me win. And most of all he kept his profanity low key.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever." I grabbed his plate and began washing it in the sink. Logan just watched me, eyeing my every move.
Finally he spoke up. "You've really grown up Julie; I'd be the first to admit it." My cheeks blushed a dark red. I'd never taken well to compliments. Especially not from Logan.
"Oh, shut up Logan. I like you better when you're drunk." Again, he laughed, easing the tension bit by bit. The atmosphere became more comfortable. Logan was an easy person to joke around with.
"Soo," I mumbled almost incoherently, "What have you been up to these past years?" It was a pretty straight forward question. Logan furrowed his brow. Now was probably not the time for such a question.
The room lost its sense of ease. "I bet you met a good deal of…" I trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.
"A good deal of what?" He chuckled from behind my back. He was closing in on me. "Women?" Logan muttered as he inched closer. "Was that what you were going to say?"
I stood motionless next to the sink. He continued on. "Of course, when you're away from you friends and family for so long, it's not a sin to want some company." My face turned a crimson shade of red.
I shook my head in defiance. "I was going to say people." Logan backed away and picked up a dish. He began washing it.
That evening, when everyone was asleep, I crept downstairs to the library. Books were another passion of mine. When I found it hard to fall asleep, they always seemed to help. I picked out a childhood favorite, "Jane Eyre."
The library was beautiful at night. Its glass windows were lit with moonlight. How oddly peaceful. My nightgown, and old t-shirt of Logan's, wasn't suitable for the cold breezes that swept in and out of the windows. I involuntarily shivered.
Goosebumps paraded my arms, as the chilly breeze lingered. My eyesight began to blur. The room around me spun in all different directions. This wasn't the best time to have one of my visions. By the time I'd lost my eyesight, my body was on the floor. The vision began as it always did.
"Brightness decorated the meadow. Again, a warmth evaded my body. I glanced around the grazing land, and this time, I was not alone. Logan sat next to me, peering through my soul, like a dream. Our gazes met and reactions mixed. He moved closer to me.
Although the sun shone down upon us, I felt suddenly cold, as if the light refused to warm me. Logan took my hand. Overpowering emotions comforted my heart. He leaned over gently, and placed a kiss on my cheek. I held as still as a rock, fearing he would vanish.
Suddenly, the sky turned grey and bleak. Angry clouds controlled the sky. Logan's hand was ripped from mine. He disappeared from sight. The enraged sky threw gusts of wind. I wasn't safe. I was alone."
The vision ended almost as soon as it had arrived. Chills ran through my spine. I ached for comfort. A gentle wind swept across my cheek. Tears flowed over my face. I didn't want the revelation to be true.
One thing I knew was true. Logan wasn't safe. I wasn't safe. We were in great danger. And I had no way of controlling it.
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