The Fight The Fans Didn't Know About

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But that was a week ago and Alex was the Queen of Forgiveness, surely she'd forgiven him by now.

Logan got up from his seat and tiptoed into their bedroom. Alex was lying on her side of the bed and was clearly still awake.

'Al, baby, I'm sorry.' Logan sat by her waist and took her hand. His eyes pleading with hers.

She pulled her hand away and sat, pressing her back against the headboard. She breathed heavily. 'Logan,' she wouldn't meet his eyes. 'I've been thinking.'

Shit. This is not good. He thought.

'Maybe we need a break.'

I know I'm not Einstein, but I know for a fact that we can't end like this.  Not after four years of nothing but love.

'Just over the holiday, you know? Because we've been, well, not ourselves lately and...' she burst into tears.

Logan wanted to put his arms around her and press his forehead to hers, whispering positive thoughts to her. He really did. Or, he would have, if what she had just said didn't happen.

It wasn't like it was Alex's fault that he'd not openly cared about her almost rape. He did, he just didn't know how to express it and not seem possessive.

Logan got up and went to the closet where he picked up an old pair of jeans and three t-shirts.

Alex finally looked at him. Her eyes full of pain. But he felt no empathy. She had broken his heart. Knowing what he was doing, Alex walked into the ensuite where she thought he couldn't hear her heartwrenching sobs.

The anger subsided and Logan stood by the door, about to open it.About to take her in his arms and apologise. Wanting to kiss her better.

But then he looked at the clothes. in his hands and, knowing a break was what they needed, he put them in a duffel bag and left without another word.  He didn't know where he was going but he found himself calling a old friend.

Emma.

He found himself arranging a last minute flight to London. He surprised himself by switching his phone off, something he never did, just to avoid people. Namely Alex.

Halfway to London he realised how stupid he was being. How much he loved the woman he left behind and wished he could go back. He turned his phone back on, figuring she would have called him. But there were no missed calls or any new messages.

Disheartened, he turned the phone back off. Permanently.