Updated: 1/22/2014

Enjoy.

…

Logan sat in his room at the ward, staring out the large, barred window. There was snow falling now. How long had he been in here? How much time had passed? Logan stopped trying to keep count since he lost Kendall and had been forced to stay here. He glanced down at the required clothes he had to wear; gray khaki-like pants and a plain white t-shirt; around his wrist was his ID band that he wasn't allowed to take off; on his feet were simple gray slippers. He looked around his room; all he saw was gray and white. Gray walls, a gray bed, a white-and-gray blanket and gray pillow.

This was his life now.

Kendall had never visited him, not once, since he had been here. He thought he loved him; he hoped he still did, but he didn't know for sure anymore.

Everyone else visited; except his parents. When they came, he ignored them. They were the only people he didn't want to see.

"Logan, your guests are here," his nurse, Molly, told him, giving him a sad smile. Logan smiled back as well as he could before he shuffled out to the guest area, where James, Carlos, Camille, Lucy, and Jo were waiting. Logan smiled at them, but it didn't reach his eyes; they came every week, but he never seemed to be glad.

They sat there, making small talk, until Logan looked at them all; they knew what he was about to ask.

"How's Kendall?"

"He sent you something," Carlos piped up, reaching into his backpack to pull out a small, decorative box. "As a Christmas present." Logan was surprised to feel tears prick the corners of his eyes.

"Christmas… is it almost Christmas?" he asked them quietly, looking at them all.

"Yeah Loges, it is."

"And mom and dad really want to come see you for Christmas," Camille said, making Logan shake his head.

"No, I don't want to see them."

"Loges-"

"I said no!" He clutched the gift from Kendall and looked at them. "Tell them I'm sorry, but… I can't." Jo and Lucy exchanged looks before the black-redhead spoke up.

"Some guy's been asking Kendall to the winter dance." Logan looked at them, eyes hard.

"What?"

"He keeps saying no, but…"

"He's persistent." Logan stared at the box again as he thought about that.

"Do you think he'll say yes?"

"Maybe. Just to get him off his back. He's still crazy about you."

"One of you ask him then!" Logan exclaimed, looking at the two girls. "Please."

"Logan…"

"We wouldn't feel right-"

"Doing that to you."

"You can't let him go with that guy! Please. For me."

"I'll do it," Camille said, giving him a sad smile. "As your sister it's my duty to keep the guy you love from other men."

"Thanks Cami," he told her, hugging her. He felt like a weight was lifted so he began to smile a little more as he talked with them, the gift from Kendall never leaving his hand.

…

Once he was back in his room, he stared at the box. He was almost afraid to open it, but he couldn't just not open it.

"What do you have there?" Molly asked, peeking her head in.

"A gift… from Kendall."

"Ahh," she said in understanding. "I'll leave you to it then." Logan nodded at her and began to open his gift. Inside was a lot of tissue paper surrounding whatever Kendall got him, but on top was a folded up piece of paper. Taking a deep breath, he began to read.

Dear Logan,

I told myself I was going to cut off all contact with you after our breakup, but I just didn't feel right getting everyone else presents and not you. Carlos tells me that you ask about me every time they see you. I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me smile. He also tells me you're not doing too well. I thought this place was supposed to make you better? He thinks it's because of me, and I hope that's not right. I don't want you hurting over me.

Anyway, I thought I could give you an update on how I'm doing since I'm too much of a chicken to come actually see you. I'm doing pretty well in my classes. Carlos thinks it's because I don't have you to distract me, which is stupid since I'm always thinking of you.

I'm sure you've heard, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I keep getting asked out to the dance by this one guy, William. He's new, so he doesn't know about how you used to kick anyone's ass that took interest in me. Of course, none of that matters now…

So, Logan, here you go. Merry Christmas.

Love (I wish I could say I didn't, but I won't lie to you)

Kendall

Logan looked at the note, just studying Kendall's handwriting. He still loved him. Logan felt his heart lurch a bit at that; just because he still loved him… doesn't mean he wanted to. He sighed and sat the note down before he dug in the box, pulling out his gift.

There were two things; one was a decorative frame with a picture of him and Kendall, their arms around each other; the other was just a photo; nothing special to it really.

But it made Logan's chest hurt when he saw it.

It was of a wrist that he had seen before; he had kissed that very wrist. What he hadn't seen before was the black ink that covered it now or the decorative script that it now held. He saw a smaller piece of paper in the bottom of the box. Pulling it out, he read it.

I never got the chance to show you. You see why I can't forget you.

He looked at the photo again shook his head. Poking his head out, he found Molly.

"Could I have some paper and a pencil? Please?" she nodded and handed him the supplies. He sat at the desk outside his room and began to write.

…

"Kendall!" Kendall looked up as his best friend ran up to him.

"What?"

"I have something for you," he said, digging into his backpack. "Here it is!" He handed him an envelope with his name on it.

"What is this?"

"It's from Logan." Kendall looked at it and shook his head.

"I don't want it."

"Kendall-"

"I can't-"

"Just read it!" Kendall frowned but nodded.

"Okay, you're right," he said, ripping it open and beginning to read.

Kendall,

Why didn't you tell me about your tattoo? I mean… How could you break up with me even though you basically branded yourself to me for life? I love you. That's never going to change. No matter if I'm always stuck in the nuthouse. The only thing that keeps me sane is the fact that you're still out there, and that maybe, you'll be waiting for me.

Please, don't give in to William. I don't want to lose you anymore than I already have.

I love you so much. And that will never change.

Forever yours,

Logan

Kendall shoved it in his pocket and looked at Carlos.

"What is it?"

"Damn that Logan. He makes it hard to forget about him."

…

"What?" Kendall asked, looking at Logan's sister.

"Go to the winter dance with me."

"Why?"

"Because I don't have a date, and I don't want to go alone."

"But-"

"Pleeeeease," she pleaded, her brown eyes widening a bit.

"Camille-"

"Pleeeeeeeeease."

"Fine," he said, giving in. She smiled widely at him and he shook his head. "You just didn't want me going with William."

"Not when you've got my brother's name tattooed on the inside of your wrist," she said, gripping his arm.

"How'd…?"

"Logan told me. And I think it's sweet." Kendall rolled his eyes and let himself be dragged to class by the dramatic girl; he tried to not focus on how much she looked like Logan.

Like he needed that sitting on his shoulders.

…

Kendall met Camille at the dance; she looped her arm with his and two entered.

"I promised William a dance," Kendall said, making Camille shake her curly hair.

"Nope," she said, tightening her grip. "You're my date, and I'm not sharing," she giggled, pulling him towards their friends.

"But Cami-"

"No Kendall. You agreed to come with me." Kendall rolled his eyes before she squealed. "Ooh, I love this song! Let's go dance!" She pulled him onto the dance floor and placed his hands on her hips before she wrapped hers around his neck. The two of them swayed for a moment before Kendall felt a strange pull in his chest.

He really had to remind himself that it wasn't Logan, but his sister.

She was the closest thing he had; the only thing he really had left.

With that thought, he hugged her a little tighter as they swayed to the music.

Maybe he missed Logan more than he wanted to admit.

…

Thanks for reading.

-JustMe133