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The End.

Logan sat in the hospital waiting for her mother. She had sent The Germans back to London, which took some convincing.

"Just go." Logan sighed.

"We want to make sure you're okay." Leo insisted.

"It doesn't matter. Okay? Whether I help her or not, it's my decision. I have to do what's best for me. and that isn't you, so just go!"

It didn't take much convincing in hindsight. Just a few broken hearts. But Logan was as they say, getting her house in order. It's much easier if they hate you.

Each time someone entered the hospital wing, Logan would look up, only to find that oh so familiar disappointment of the person not being her mother.

Her phone rang.

"Speak of the devil." Logan mumbled and answered the call. "Where are you?"

"Change of plans."  Logan's mother slurred.

"You're drunk."

"I changed my mind."

"About...what exactly?"

"About getting the surgery."

"But it would save your life, right?" Logan asked. She felt a headache coming on and began massaging her temples.

"Yeah."

"Then why change your mind?"

"You know why." She answered. "Don't think I can't see it when I look at you."

"See what?"

Her mother laughed. "The smile is the face of depression sweetheart. All those photos you post of you smiling, looking happy. They're all fake. And I know because I fake the same smiles."

"This isn't about me. This is about you."

"It's about both of us." Her mother interjected. "I'll be gone soon. And I've made peace with that. I didn't raise you or Kevin right, and that's on me. And I'm sorry. But I contribute nothing, I am nothing."

There was a silence until Logan's mother spoke again.

"It's weird when other people speak your thoughts, isn't it?"

"Life is funny." Logan mumbled. "One day you think you're on solid ground and the next you're drowning in an ocean."

"Exactly.. I love you Logan."

And her mother hung up.

The words she had been battling to keep at bay for years were spiralling in her head now, and rose to her feet to make the walk back to her car.

Useless.

She climbed in, started the ignition and made her way to her brother's.

Who would want you? You're nothing.

She made the left turn. and then the next right.

You'll die alone. All alone. while everyone that you love will move on and live happily ever after. Why fucking bother?

She pulled up outside Kevin's and tooted the horn. As she waited she grabbed a napkin and wrote for her brother.

She heard the front door open and raised her head to see her beloved baby brother bounding towards the car. He opened the door, jumped in and wrapped his arms around her. She stared at the sky and blinked repeatedly to stave off the tears threatening to spill.

"How did it go?" Kevin asked as he pulled away.

"She decided against it." Logan admitted, and watched as her brother leaned back in the seat to absorb the information.

"Oh." Was all he said.

The siblings sat in silence. Kevin processing, and Logan fighting off the inner voices threatening to take over.

She cleared her throat. "Don't you have study group?"

"I do."

"Well...you better get going. I think we both know your friends will fail if you don't help them."

The light ribbing made him smile, which is all she wanted.

He climbed out the car and Logan rolled down the passenger side window. "Hey, wait."

"What is it?" Kevin asked, leaning into the car.

"This." Logan handed him the folded napkin with a smiley face on the front. "I love you Kev. I'm so proud of you."

Kevin smiled, but confusion clouded his eyes. "I love you too."

He stepped away from the car and watched as Logan pulled away and drove off. He unfolded the napkin and read what was written.


"A smile is the face of depression.
I love you. I couldn't have asked for a better brother.
Logan :) "

Kevin looked back at the car, it was at the other end of the street but he still yelled after her, desperate to make sure she was okay. "Logan!"

It was primal. But it was too late, Logan turned left and drove off.

A/N. It's open ended, you get to decide for yourself if she did something or not.