Classes were cancelled for Logan the next day. With the pounding in his head, he could hardly think, let alone teach. Instead, he had turned out the lights, taken a few Advil, and curled up on the floor in a pathetic ball. Within minutes, he was snoring softly.
Outside the door, two figures stood, reading the plaque. "This was him?" one says, addressing the other.
"Hell yeah it was. He taught me more about aerodynamics than all my high school teachers combined, all the while too drunk to even walk straight."
A chuckle, then: "Well, I guess you really flew through that material."
"Shut the fuck up."
More laughter, louder and more genuine now. Exasperated, the second figure says, "We'll come back another day."
And all the while, Logan lay on the cold linoleum, dead to this world.
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When He Sees Me | Logicality
FanfictionCURRENTLY ON HOLD Based loosely on the video by eriysa P on YouTube. I highly recommend you check it out. Logan is a teacher by day, and a stage manager by night. Though his days are balanced and productive, he finds himself slipping further and fur...
