Only Fate

Dix-neuf

Logan Pov (this is directly after Delilah left)

I stare at myself in the mirror trying to figure out how did I fucked up so badly. I mean, where did I go wrong? What event in my life brought me here to a moment I've never felt more alone.

Watching the broken picture frame thinking its pieces are more united than myself has taken a toll on me, but what really shattered me weren't the insults I bore when I thought I was in love, but the look on Delilah's face when I told her I didn't need her. Which was clearly a lie when she's the glue that's been holding all the broken pieces. Those eyes, so hurt they reminded me of a cloudy night sky with nothing but pain and sadness behind them. I caused those eyes and I'll never forget myself.

Now, it's come to a staring match between the picture frame, the bottle of vodka in front of me and myself. Instead of fling into temptation I take the keys to my car and quickly get out of that room. On my way to the parking lot I spotted coach who was typing something in his phone which resulted in an unsuccessful manner judging by the looks on his face.

I tried to just squeeze past him, but he caught me.

"Hey son is everything okay." he asks grabbing me

"Yes I'm fine," I say, not meeting his glance.

"Son, have you been drinking, I thought you were sober I-" he says and the fact that was the first thing he thought tells me nothing has changed.

"No," I quickly cut him off and he looks at me trying to read me to see if everything was ok

"Son are you sure you're okay" he asks with a voice I've never heard come from him with such tenderness

"Stop, you're not my father and I'm not your son so stop acting like you care," I say, releasing myself from his grab and going inside my car before just staying there for a moment. Then I .turned the car on when suddenly the passenger seat door opened and Blake stepped in not asking me anything

"So , Logz where are we going," he says, plugging his phone on aux and opening waze.

"No direction in mind, just punch something in there," I say and he does exactly that, putting on a random place and playing 'story of my life' by One Direction.

"Really," I ask him as he puts down his phone

"Fuck yeah, this is quality music," he says and I shrug because I can't complain, even though he is a weird fella he's always in the passenger seat no matter what. He is the compass, the humor, the light of this burning car. I knew to pick a friend who could always be with me no matter what in life. It didn't matter what was happening in both of our lives he will always be the passenger to this burning car.

He knows it. I know it. Gray knows it

It didn't matter if it was rain, snow, or lightning we would always be in the passenger seat evading each of our problems, so without thinking I put my foot on the gas pedal and floored it following the directions until we were at a cliff.

Without ever sharing a word in the entire ride except when we were singing we made our way to the edge of the cliff where the waves were crashing underneath us.

"I miss it," was the first thing I said and without thinking he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"I know, but you're going strong, think about Blair man," he says sitting next to me on the edge of the cliff which was probably so not safe but we didn't care.

"I'm not, I relapsed a couple weeks ago," I finally admit after holding it in. "Delilah found me passed out in the room and helped me, we had practice that day" I say looking at the sun going to sleep not knowing if I'm talking with the wind or my best friend