Sanders Sides One Shots

Grief

*Trigger Warning Major Character Death*    wanted some analogical

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.  They were supposed to be happy together, so how did it end up like this. How did it end up with him crying so hard that he was barely able to think?

"I'm sorry," Ann told Logan, surprised to see him here.

Logan nodded and replied with a gentle, "I know,"

Ann took a step forward and asked, "Can we get better?" as he reached towards Logan.

"No," was Logan's answer 

Ann lowered his hand and said,"Why not?"

Logan told Ann, "You know why" He did know why.

Ann felt tears begin to form in his eyes as he responded, "I love you,"

"Loved," Logan whispered, clearly heartbroken, 

"No, Love. I still do," Ann protested, shaking his head.

Logan told Ann, "You need to let go,"  trying to get Ann to move on and finally be happy again.

"I don't want to!" Ann shouted, taking a few steps away from Logan.

Logan didn't dare move towards Ann as he said, "You need to forgive yourself,"

Ann asked, "Do you forgive me?" needing Logan's forgiveness before he could even dream of forgiving himself. 

With a small smile, Logan answered, "Of course, my love,"

He took a few deep breaths. "I wish we didn't fight that day," Ann said more to himself than anyone.

Logan nodded in agreement. "I do too," 

Ann swallowed and said, "I wish I told you I love you that morning," as he reached out to Logan again, even though he knew it would be pointless.

Logan took a step closer and responded, "I knew you loved me,"

Before he dared speak the question that had been at the back of his mind, Ann took a breath, "Are you even real?" he questioned, terrified of the answer.

Logan shrugged before answering, "Maybe, this is all in your head, but it doesn't make it any less real,"

"It hurts," Ann whispered, his voice breaking.

"I know, but you are strong enough to heal," Logan replied, hoping that he was right, that Ann would heal.

Ann's head drooped as he said, "We were supposed to be happy together,"

"We were," Logan said, trying to comfort his love, even though he was so far away from him.

Ann's shoulder's slumped, "I wanted to marry you and start a family," he mumbled.

Logan responded, "I wanted that too," faintly as if he wasn't even there anymore.

"I'm afraid of forgetting what you sound like when you first wake up, or the smell of your cologne, or how your eyes light up when you laugh. I'm afraid of forgetting you,"  Ann whispered.

No reply just silence.

"Goodbye, have a nice day. I love you!" Ann whispered as he rested his head against Logan's gravestone and cried.