Descendant (divergent fan fiction)

Forever and Always

"He's awake." Noah says as we get into the waiting room. I expect some rude remark or retort from Bianca but she's quiet. "And asking for you." He looks at Bianca.

        Bianca swears under her breath.

         "Well I guess he's woke to a disappointment." Bianca mutters.

"Bianca." Noah practically begs.

"Noah." Bianca groans.

"Bianca your going." I say.

Bianca's POV

"Logan?" I ask closing my eyes and walking in.

"Bianca." Logan replies cooly.

"Sorry." I say finally opening my eyes. Logan lays in the bed with bruises and a scratch above his eyebrow.

"I deserved this." Logan says nodding and sits up in the bed. "Are we even?" Logan says teasingly and I may have took it too serious.

"Not even close." I reply coldly.

"I was kidding." Logan says like I'm stupid. "So can we have like- a normal conversation?"

"It'll stay normal as long as you make it." I retort.

        "Have you moved on?" Logan asks immediately.

        I scrunch up my nose. "What's that supposed to mean." I roll my eyes. "Sure I've moved on." Lies. I practically sing.

"And by that you mean?"

"I left. I left because of you and you follow me. I didn't want to have to deal with this!" I retort.

         "You are why I came Bianca." Logan says.

        "It's not that I don't want you here it's that I do!" I scream which seems to make him stop.

"I'm sorry." Logan says.

"Well you should be." I say firmly slamming the door on my way out.

A week later.

One
I draw my hand back.

Two
I push my hand forward.

Three
I release my hand.

Four
The knife flies through the air.

Five
The crack in the wood tells me it hit the tree

I open my eyes and see the knife in the tree.

       "Haven't lost your skill." Somebody notes behind me. "Do I have permission to ask if that's a steak knife?"

        "Do you think they have knives like the dauntless have here? What else were we to use, Logan?" I snort.

       "We?"

        "How did you even find this place?" I ask Logan. "It's a secret."

         "It wasn't a secret after you said we." Logan replies leaving on a tree.

       "I'm leaving." I say abruptly.

       "Oh?" Logan replies.

        "I don't like it here." I say.

        "Not enough dauntless?"

       "Not even close." I shake my head.

       "Would you want me to come?" Logan asks.

      "Maybe." I shrug. "I don't know." I shake my head. "A lot has happened and it's not easy to forget it."

        "I just want you to know— I really loved you. You weren't just a game." Logan says sitting beside of me.

       "Loved?" I ask.

         "Let us just say my feelings haven't changed." Logan says. "You?"

       "I don't think so." I say as though it's a casual conversation and we weren't talking about each other.

        "Tell me when you know." Logan says standing and leaving.

Three days later

"Bianca!" Jackson screams through the apartment.

      "What are you? An elephant? Elephants are loud right?" I yell back.

      "It's Logan."

        "What's Logan?" I ask hesitantly.

        "He's in the hospital.

        "Why?" I stand up.

       "He's dying." Jackson says.

       "No he's not he was fine this morning." I say innocently like nothing bad could've happened to him.

       "Not anymore." With that I run. I run all the way to the infirmary and down the hallway to the entrance of his room.

        "Logan." I breathe. I didn't even ask what was wrong. I could tell by looking at him Jackson wasn't wrong. "what?" I ask sitting beside of the pale faced figure I didn't even recognize.

        "I'm sorry." Logan whispers in a small gasp like he couldn't breathe. "I love you."

         "No stop. Don't go. Stay with me. It's alright." I say taking his hand that searched for mine.

       "But it's not." He says. "Just listen to me. I love you Bianca. I'm sorry about what happened to you. I never meant to hurt you or Nick. I visited his grave every day back in dauntless. And best of all? I'll get to see him again." Logan smiles but it's pained.

        "Please don't leave." I whisper crying.

       "I would say life wouldn't be the same with out you but— I guess it's not life if your dead." Logan tries to lighten the mood in a pathetic attempt. I would've replies but I was choking on sobs. "I love you. Forever and Always

        Logan's grip didn't loosen as he slipped away but tightened until the last moment. So many emotions coursed through me. Grief. Love. Hate. Jealousy? Did I want to be able to see Nick again? And just forget the world?

      "Bye." He whispers.

       "I still love you." I whisper. Logan's grip is tight one moment and limp the next. "No!" I scream. "No." I whisper laying my head on Logans still chest. Panic and grief had washed through me so deeply I barely even heard the heart monitor beside me come to a long never ending beep. I clutch his shirt in my hand and let my tears stain his shirt.