Desire (completed)

•Chapter 30•

Chapter 30: Figuring out a way to end the pain. (Part 1)

                 Ashley's P. O. V

Logan.

I remember when I first saw him, when I first met him. How much he annoyed me, how much I didn't like him, but yet was still attracted to him. I remember his smiles that did crazy things to my heart. I remember his laughter and his love for rainbow ice cream. I remember how nice his body felt against mine and how he had a soft spot for me.

I remember his crappy car and his job. I remember kissing him for the first time and loving the way his lips felt against mine. I remember his hands all over my body and the way he made me feel.

And now he's just a memory.

His eyes had opened.

Then they closed.

I went crazy. I shook him, I screamed at him. I called for doctors they did all that was possible.

"Time of death, twelve forty am."

I screamed at them, calling them every curse word that Logan taught me. I cried over him, shaking his body begging him to wake up.

But he didn't.

I remember the look on Jason's and Megan's face. She screamed and screamed, agony laced in her voice. Jason held her staring at the room that Logan was in, tears falling down his cheek. Isaac just sat in the chair staring plainly at the wall. Ella cried softly, Ethan at her side staring around sadly. Liz had to leave.

Our friend is dead.

My boyfriend is dead.

I remember meeting Logan's mum. I held her whilst she cried.

I didn't want to meet her like this. I was supposed to meet her with Logan at my side, his hand gripping mine tightly trying to calm my nerves.

Mr.Handson was just as shocked as Isaac. He had to be escorted out after he started shouting at people who walked by.

I've lost my baby and now Logan.

It was the worst Christmas ever.

We've all lost him. He's gone and he's never coming back.

He's just a memory now.

A good one.

I sit inside Logan's little cubby, the beanbag makes sounds underneath me. I remember the way he held me when we sat here.

I'm struggling to breath.

I can't breath without him.

This is too much. Too much has been taken away from me.

Mom came to the funeral, she cried for Logan and the baby.

I went too. I didn't want to but Jason persuaded me. I said a small speech.

'Logan didn't deserve this. We all know that. But he's gone so we must remember him. We must remember the crappy car he owned, the way he pretended to hate his friends but really he didn't know what to do without them....I must remember how much he cared for me and the baby we were going to have.