Stella's POV:
My feet sank into the cold dirt floor of the woods behind my house. This was the spot Logan and I first met. This was where we made a pact to be best friends forever. Above me hung a swing made of rope and wood and beside that was a hammock. We always would lay on the hammock and talk about the dreams we had,laughing for hours, till the sun went down. This was the first time I came here since the day he left. That terrible day, i sat on the swing, listening to the silence surround me. There was a crunch behind me and Logan sank to his knees. We sat there, not a word was said, mainly because i wasn't sure exactly what to say.
"My mom," His voice quivered, "My mom went to a rehab facility for depression in California. She had clinical depression and PTSD from when she was a child. I..." His voice cracked and i looked over to see him crying. I wrapped my arms around him as he leaned into me, sobbing.
"You don't have to..." I began.
"She tried to commit suicide many times. I found her a few of the times...Hanging in the kitchen, sitting on the floor, knife in her hand, pills scattered in the bathroom..." Sniffle. "She was so bad. The last time, she almost succeeded. So I told her she needed help. She made me promise not to tell anyone out of shame. That's why i didn't tell you why i was moving." He looked up with his big blue eyes, now red from the tears. I pulled him in, kissing his forehead, then his nose, and finally resting on his lips. Above us, the rain began to come down, harder and harder with each second passed. We broke away, water dripping off our faces. He stood up, pulling me with him and sat me down on the hammock.
"I never wanted to leave you. I said i'd come back for you, and I didn't break my promise," He spoke against my lips, breathing warm air on my cold face. I didn't want to say anything more, so i pulled him down and layed close to his warm body, taking in the scent that was taken from me years ago.
"I'll never let you go." Was the last thing i whispered for the next few hours we lied there.
**Sort of short but yeah...hope you like :) Thanks for reading!**
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What we're made of. (Logan Lerman fan fic)
FanficEstella is just your average teenage misfit. Rebellion, fear, happiness, jealousy, and most importantly, the denial of her connection with Logan Lerman plague her life.
