Yet Another leo valdez Memories Fan Fic

hold on I still need you.

(A/N, ok so I dip dyed my hair purple.... I regret nothing, tho my sis says that since it turned out more pomegranate that it isn't purple... anyway, I am trying to live up to the expectations that I put on myself and now everyone is waiting for me to fulfill them and I am failing miserably. I feel like a failure, like I deserve my depression and everything I'm going through cuz I can't even live up to my own hopes how can I live up to my dreams? my parents don't deserve to have disappointment right now.)

they've become a two in one package. they pushed their beds together and share clothing. they eat together, walk everywhere together, if one is in class then so is the other, they are inseparable.

Leo glances at the clock as they cuddle in the now full sized bed and mumbles "crap, Logan, I need to get to class." Logan doesn't respond only tightens his grip around Leo's waist saying "nnnoooo your warm." Leo only laughs gently before saying "babe, I gotta." Logan looks up with a playful glare and reluctantly lets go.

Leo grans and says "now I just need to convince myself to get up." Logan smiles at this before saying "go, you need to. I love you, Leo. more then you'll ever know." Leo nods with a frown, something about the statement makes a bad feeling settle into his stomach. with that feeling he grabs his books and leaves saying "I love you too, Logan. I'll see you later." Logan merely nods as Leo walks out the door.

eventually Leo feels like the air is being knocked out of his lungs and despite his teacher's shouts for him to explain himself his mind is focused on one place, one person, and really bad feeling. he races down the hall and up the stair though the dorms until he reaches his. he stops dead, the bad feel twists it's self in the pit of his stomach.

opening the door Leo stop cold, and all air escapes his lungs as tears begin to fall, Logan's body hanging lifelessly from the ceiling. he shouts "help! somebody get help! now! someone!" by the end of his pleas he's practically screeching as he rushes around and begins trying to find something to cut him down.

but he pauses at the note addressed to him. but he quickly stuffs it in his pocket for later, he finds a kitchen knife and a chair. but he knows it's pointless. Logan's skin is cold, and clammy. as he does all this the tears don't stop. he knows how much it takes to snap a neck from hanging, or ho much it takes for them to strangle. either way he's dead.

after he saws through the rope he tries his beat to lower Logan to the floor. but the sickening sound of his body hitting the floor still echoes in his ears. Leo drops the knife and climbs off the chair, pulling Logan's lifeless body into his arms as he sobs into Logan's chest mumbling "no, no, no, no, no... please, you c-can't, you can't leave me here.. please!"

but he doesn't move, he doesn't just magickly wake up or jump out of his arm shouting "gotcha! extremely late April fools!" instead he's limp and lifeless in his arms. Leo's gut wrenching sobs still echoes throughout the room and halls. Leo chokes out "please, please, Logan don't, don't leave me... please! if you ever loved me, please come back!" he shouts the last sentence, demanding him back.

but Logan remains vary dead, Leo feels like he can't breath, like the air is being sucked out of his lungs and his heart is being ripped out torn into millions and millions of little pieces and thrown down in front of him in the form of a dead Logan.

he feels like glowing hot coals are being shoved down his throat, his anger and grief a whirl wind of emotions in his heart and mind. clutching Logan's body to his chest he screams, shouts and sobs, yet no one comes till hours later finding him holding Logan's body sobbing, a chair, knife, and rope hanging from the ceiling and a noose around Logan's neck.

Leo tries his best to hide his tears. the aching pain in his heart hasn't faded at all over the years. he still misses Logan's laugh, his gentle touch, his calming voice, his air of tranquility, his kind smile, his sent of apples and cinnamon, his silky hair, and soft skin.

suddenly he feels vary alone, and sad. he miss him and always will. he thinks about him everyday. but he can't help but feel oddly calm about this despite the tears running down his face.