Bittersweet Love

Chapter 32

Carlos's point of view:

"Thank you, Camille, for your understanding," I say to her as we stand in the parking lot, watching Logan as he finishes the final preparations for our trip.

"No problem, Carlos," Camille replies, hugging me. "If there's anyone who can understand that, it's me. I mean, we're in the same boat." She nods to Logan, who notices that and frowns. "Hey, are you talking about me?"

"Nope," we say at the same time, grinning. He rolls his eyes and turns away.

"It's so easy to tease him," Camille mumbles, shaking her head.

"Tell me about it," I reply and we laugh.

"Take care of him, Carlos."

"Funny. Mrs. Knight said the same words ... but to Logan."

"Have fun."

I nod to her and then go to Logan, who is leaning against the car with his arms crossed.

"Your turn."

He smirks and goes to Camille. I sit in the passenger seat and watch them. Finally, they have passed their farewell and Logan gets in the car. "Ready?"

"Of course," I reply. He starts the engine. We wave to Camille, then we drive off.

"It's strange to be traveling alone, without Kendall and James," I say to Logan. He nods. "What do you think the two are doing right now?"

"Without us they'll probably be bored to death," I say and we laugh. We drive on the highway to San Diego. The weather is great as always and the music increases the good mood.

"Speaking of James, have you already spoken to each other?"

I nod. "Yes. And do you know what he said?"

"What?"

"He asked me why I had a crush on you and not on him."

Logan gives me a confused look, then he starts laughing. "That's so typical for James."

We had a great first day in San Diego. Now we are in our double room in the beds. I can't sleep, so I ask into the darkness, "Hey, Logan, are you still awake?"

"Yes. What's up?"

"I'm thinking about a few things."

"What things?"

"Well ... I wanted to ask you something ... Do you remember what happened in the elevator?"

He straightens up. "Well ... not everything. How so?"

I sigh. "Because something almost happened in there that I didn't tell you."

"What do you mean?"

"I ... I almost kissed you."

He's silent.

"Logan?"

"Yes ... sorry. I thought …"

"You thought what?"

"I thought it was a dream."

I need a moment to get his answer. "You remember that?!"

"Yes."

"Oh ..."

"If the elevator hadn't set in motion, would you have done it?"

"I ... yes, I think so. I was disappointed at first. But by now I'm actually glad that nothing happened. It would have made everything much more complicated."

"Yes, you are right."

Silence spreads.

"Logan ... If you had to describe love in just one word, what would it be?"

He thinks for several minutes. Finally, he says, "I think love is ... bittersweet."

"Um ... what?"

"Think about it, Carlos. Bittersweet. It's true. I feel it every day. On the one hand, love is sweet. It's beautiful, wonderful and absolutely great. But then again, it can be very bitter. Because love is always connected with fear. Not fear of the partner, but fear of losing the other one. The fear of separations and fights. It's a vicious circle."

I think about his words. "Yes, but it's worth it, right?"

"Yes, it is." He suddenly sounds sad.

"You think of Camille, right?"

"I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't want to-"

"No, it's okay."

"I promised her that I would find a way for us. But I don't know how. Mr. Roberts will never like me."

I get up, walk over to him and sit next to him. "Do you know what, Logan? Mr. Roberts is an idiot. You are the greatest guy I know. And if he doesn't understand that, then he's stupid. And you don't have to look for a way alone. I'll help you."

He smiles slightly and hugs me. "Thanks, Carlos."

"Anytime, Logie. Anytime."