The sanctuary was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the stone pathways. I walked aimlessly, trying to shake off the feeling that had been gnawing at me since that day I left Logan behind. The tension between us had reached a breaking point, and though I had tried to move forward with Erik, my heart stubbornly refused to let go of Logan. The guilt and confusion only grew with each passing day, like a storm gathering strength inside me.
The cool evening air whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and freshly turned earth from the garden. But even the peacefulness of the sanctuary couldn't calm the turmoil within me. Every step felt heavier, as if I were carrying the weight of all the decisions I had yet to make.
Erik had been distant since our kiss, his eyes often shadowed with something I couldn't quite name. I tried to push the unease away, telling myself it was just the stress of everything we were facing. But deep down, a small voice whispered that there was more to it—something darker that I was choosing not to see.
Shaking my head, I tried to focus on the here and now, on the path ahead of me. But no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept circling back to Logan. His voice, his touch, the way he had looked at me with such raw intensity—it all haunted me, refusing to let go. The more I tried to push him out of my mind, the more he seemed to invade it.
I found myself wandering toward the edge of the sanctuary, to a secluded spot I had visited often during my time here. It was a place where I could be alone with my thoughts, away from the prying eyes of those who might question the storm raging inside me. As I approached, I could feel the tension in my chest tighten, like a knot that refused to loosen.
When I reached the small clearing, I sat down on a smooth stone, my fingers tracing the cool surface as I stared out at the horizon. The sun was just beginning to dip below the trees, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. It was beautiful, peaceful, and yet it did nothing to soothe the restlessness within me.
I closed my eyes, letting the sounds of the forest wash over me, hoping the tranquility would calm my racing mind. The scent of pine lingered in the air, triggering something deep within me.
It started as a faint whisper, like a distant echo of a dream. I could hear Logan's voice, low and rough, filled with a frustration that sent a shiver down my spine. The memory was hazy at first, but as I focused on it, the details began to sharpen, pulling me back to a moment I had buried deep within my mind.
The room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Logan stood with his back to me, his hands gripping the edge of the counter so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. I could feel the anger radiating off him, a palpable force that made my heart race with fear and anticipation.
"Logan," I called out softly, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn't respond, didn't even turn around to acknowledge me. But I couldn't let it go. I couldn't let him keep shutting me out.
"Logan," I repeated, louder this time, taking a step closer. "We need to talk."
For a moment, I thought he might ignore me again, but then he spun around, his eyes blazing with a fury that took my breath away. "What the hell were you thinking?" he growled, his voice rough and barely restrained.
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. But I wasn't going to let him see me cry—not now. "I was thinking that I needed to do something," I shot back, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. "I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."
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Veins of Violet || Logan Howlett
Fanfiction{Complete} Violet Williams was recruited as a X-force member who became one of Deadpool's best friends. She's a mutant who carries powerful powers that are hard to contain and she is living with such a burden due to not being able to control them...
