Logan Sanders One Shots

Forest

Twigs snapped underneath. Logan walked through the forest, glancing behind him every minute. The forest was dappled with moonlight. Dancing spots of moonlight shone through the thick leaves of the trees, leaving the rest in utter darkness. The undergrowth was filled with moss, dead leaves, and fungi.

Logan stretched out a hand, placing it on a tree trunk. It felt coarse to the touch like sandpaper. He rubbed his finger against it, tracing circles into the bark. Logan rested his head against the wood. The journey had just begun.

The crinkle of leaves was the only noise in this forest. Each step brought Logan closer to the centre, closer to the eye of the tornado. His brown hair swayed with every step. His pants were torn with every bush snagged against them. He persisted through it. Searching for something, something to put him at rest. Something which could restore who he was.

He paused. There was no noise anywhere. It was deathly quiet. Only Logan's heartbeat and his breathing existed in this corrupted sanctuary of trees. He glanced backwards. He knew he could not return to how it was before he left. He would never be able to return to the sides again.

Onwards he went, struggling through bushes, climbing over trees. Time was of the essence. Something the other sides wasted and Logan treasured. He was glad of the darkness hiding him away; if the others found him in this state he'd be dead.

His clothing was teared, ripped, and wrecked as he ventured forwards. He could see light now, but it was still a way off. Furthermore, bushes and logs cluttered the entrance, something Logan would have to navigate if he wanted to reach it.

Logan's tie dropped down, falling onto the leaf litter. Still he persisted. His face stung from countless cuts and bruises from low branches and towering bushes. Still he persisted. His outfit was a mess, far from what it was when he came in. Still he persisted.

He reached the entrance to the clearing. His legs were weak, body shaking, glasses in tatters. He grabbed onto the nearest log. His legs crumpled, but he was filled with determination to reach the clearing. Slowly but surely he inched over until he made it to the centre.

There was a break in the trees, and moonlight shone into the clearing. The emerald green grass was soft. It was a welcome break from the rough ground Logan was on just moments before. Fireflies danced around Logan, some settling on his shoulders, lighting him up and providing him light.

A log bench was in the middle of the clearing. A stream bubbled nearby, clear and inviting. Logan sat down on the bench and sighed. All energy he had left vanished. All that was left was tiredness and sadness.

Logan closed his eyes. The burbling of the stream anchored Logan to the clearing, preventing him from fading away. When had he last had sleep like this? It seemed like years ago. Hang on, it was years ago when he was a small child.

A cloud drifted over Logan's head. He looked up and saw a figure waving to him excitedly. They were in a cloud castle, with a cloud ladder extending down to Logan. He climbed up it and followed the footsteps.

The path expanded to show a huge castle made of clouds. His feet sunk into the floor as he ran forward with joy. Logan slowed down. He saw himself as a child, running ahead and playing with Roman in the castle. Together, not forced, and with genuine joy.

I was listening to Fallen Down remixes while writing this, I think it suits the mood really well. I'll place that up the top so you can listen :D

Sorry that this is so short. My motivation just left-

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Word count: 653 words