(sequel) FANCIFUL FEAR -prinxiety-

4. (Don't you know me?)

Prince

This whole situation is what Logan would call a 'conundrum'. At least I think so; sadly, he isn't here to let me know what he'd say.

Or, well...

-

After a lunch spent in relative silence Anxiety and I head off to our next class: home economics. I'm glad we have some classes in common but I still don't see the point in attending them at all- after all, we aren't people and this is all a strange dream, right? Our current theory seems to be validated more and more with each passing minute, but despite my awareness of this I cannot stop the movements of my legs as they lead me from classroom to classroom.

I like to skip forward a little bit, make small jumps with every fifth step, just to reassure myself I still have some control over my actions.

We're almost at home economics when he passes by.

His gaze lands on us, but it moves on just as quickly. I don't manage to catch it with mine, not properly, and this brings a sinking feeling to my stomach. He doesn't recognise us?

"Logan!" Anxiety says, or well, yells at a moderate volume. Said person turns around, a curious but levelled look in his eyes. 

"Anni Sanders, right?" Anxiety is startled, I can tell, but only barely as I'm busy being taken aback myself.

"Logan..." 

"Is there anything you'd like to ask me? Because if not then both you two and I have classes to attend, mister Sanders." Logan recognises us, but not as us... 

"Anni," I mumble. "Anni, that... That isn't Logan." Anxiety's plainly staring at his past fellow, a mix of surprise and fear displayed by his eyes. I reach forward, taking a hold of my friend's wrist, and pull him in the way of our classroom.

"I apologise for the inconvenience." I mumble, then tighten my grip when Anxiety doesn't comply. After Logan turns his back and resumes his quick pace down the hall his shoulders slump, suggesting that he's free of his shock- sadly, not free of his sadness or confusion.

"Prince..." He whimpers, then moves himself slightly in my direction to look at me. I see the despair play with his features, manipulating his muscles and turning his beautiful face into one that I wish I didn't already know. 

"Anni, Anxiety I'm here." I speak, silently, and pull him into my chest. He sobs into my shirt and that only inspires me to hold him even closer, moving my palm up and down his back in an attempt to reassure him. We stand there for another few minutes, I let him get it out for another few minutes, before the last bell rings. It makes us both flinch, but Anxiety now looks slightly more ready to move on down the hall.

We reach the home economics classroom, Logan-not-Logan still imprinted in our minds, and I take the initiative to open the classroom door.

I've already slammed it back shut before Morality can fully turn to lecture us for tardiness.

-

It's been five days and I know that isn't every other day and I apologise for that. Very apology. Much sorry. Did I seriously just doge you all? Sorry. 

I have a swedish test tomorrow. It's 200 minutes long. Somebody save me.