Logan

122. He Knew

I felt like I'd skipped time.

I walked around a ballroom, tables and chairs arranged perfectly. Black and gold adorned the tables in ribbon, lace, and floral centerpieces.

I don't remember being invited to a wedding?

Everyone I knew was there, smiling at me when I turned to look at them. I felt someone holding my hand, but before I could look, I heard a voice over the loudspeaker.

"And now a dance between the bride and groom," I looked in front of me, but no one was approaching the dance floor but me. I looked down to see myself in a white and gold lace dress, with splashes of black at the bottom, and the train. I looked over to see Logan, smiling, his hand in mine. He was wearing his fancy black and gold suit, one I remember tailoring for him. His face was clear, no bruises or cuts, no suffering, just happiness.

He led me out onto the dance floor, and the song "All I Have to Do is Dream" by The Everly Brothers started playing. Logan held me close, and then looked at me. I smiled back and he leaned in, meeting my lips for a kiss. Once, twice, and the third time he leaned into my ear and whispered.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stay."

I sat up in my bed with a startle, Alex was holding my hand, a glass of water in the other. "Are you okay? I heard you scream. Here," he handed me the glass, "Drink this and your medication is beside you."

I nodded in shock, and mumbled, "That's the third one this week," I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of it all.

Alex looked at me concernedly, "Maybe you should talk to someone, make an appointment with your psychiatrist. Mrs. Grey is coming down today to make arrangements, maybe you're having some anxieties about seeing her."

I shook my head, "Amy's always been really nice to me, I don't even know if Logan told her about our breakup." I held onto the water and took another sip, "You know, I probably will  say something if this persists," I looked up, "Don't get in your head about me, okay? You don't have to worry."

Alex put his hands up in defense, "I'm just...I just worry." He looked down at the floor a moment and then sniffled. He'd kept his crying to his room lately, wandering away occasionally to cry to himself. Everett didn't really know what to do, they hadn't been dating very long, but he still chased after him every time. Usually they didn't come out of his room after that so I kept to myself most of the time too.

"You should call Wren," he said.

I shook my head, "I don't want to be a burden on him. He already missed enough work for the New Years' party."

"Natalie, what about Aeron?" I shook my head,

"He's been stressing out about work. I just, I don't want to be a burden on anyone. Okay? Drop it." I placed the water on the coaster, and pulled my hair up in a bun, then laying back on the bed. "Let me know when you see Amy pull in."

Alex nodded, "I will." He moved back and stepped away from my room, shutting the door with a quiet click.

I felt the drowsiness of my meds kick in, and tried to stave off the grief. I'd tried to find a reason to cry, I thought about our memories, the way he kissed me, but everything felt blank. I felt numb to it, and I hated it.

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*Alex's POV*

I wrung my hands around a rolling pin again for the fifth time this week, dough for pies, bread, poor Kellan was up to his neck in confectionery for Damien, yet I could barely get Natalie to eat, sleep, or drink. I was failing, and I knew it. I thought about calling mom, maybe even dad. I shook my head, I knew it wouldn't help. It might even make it worse.