"Have you ever wanted to cry but your eyes remain dry, so you go with the pain of starring blankly into space feeling your heart break."
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• Logan's P.O.V. • Brunette and blue. The girl wrapped in Dallas' arms had long brunette hair and ocean blue eyes. She was beautifully tanned and had an impeccable figure. How could someone like me compete with someone like that? There was a pain in my chest but I put on a fake smile anyway.
"Goodmorning Steve, goodmorning Two-bit, goodmorning Dallas and..?" I said to each of them, not bothering to stand up to greet them.
"Skylar." The girl smiled.
"Hello Skylar. Goodmorning." I smiled. She nice too, how could I try and hate her now. My eyes went from hers to Dallas'. He seemed to be more shocked than happy to be here.
"Logan, what are you doing here?" Dallas asked as he took a seat on the couch, followed by Skylar.
"I spent the night." I said blandly. Soda noticed that I was acting different so he grabbed my arm and squeezed, causing me to break eye contact.
"Hey!" I swatted his hand off my arm, giving him a little smirk.
I looked back over to Dallas and his body was tense.
"You're sitting where I slept bud, just sayin." As soon as I said that his body relaxed a little bit. I turned my attention to Skylar.
"So Sky, I can call you that right?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's totally fine." She said.
"Great, well, so tell me what brings you around here." I said curiously.
"Well I met this lovely gent at a bar last night." She giggled and blushed, bumping into Dallas a little bit, his eyes were still fixed on me though.
"Is that so." I said. "We that's very nice, I hope you two hit it off real well. I'm going to go home and change now." My dialect was so monotone, I felt eyes turn towards me to see if I was okay. I got up from the kitchen table and walked over to the front door.
When I opened it a gust of cold air and mist hit my face. I stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind me and stood there for a few seconds. I watched the rain fall from the sky and hit the ground. I could faintly hear footsteps getting closer; not wanting to be confronted, I stepped down the stairs and started to make my way in the cold wet rain.
"Logan!" I could here from a distance, I just ignored it and kept on walking.
The water was slowly seeping into my clothes, sending chills down my body. My eyes were half shut because of the droplets landing on my face and splashing into them. This stormy sky reflects what I feel inside. Sad. Heart broken. Lost. Confused. Angry.
My body collapsed into the sitting position on the cold, wet concrete. My hands propped me up while I brought my legs near my chest. The clouds kept crying on me and I kept crying on the earth. Thoughts were racing in my head miles a minute.
