Don't Let Me Be Gone

One Hundred & Fifty Nine

I'm sorry, I'm a selfish bitch

I know it's wishful thinking for Thomas to read my read my shitty book

It's just my dream, my Christmas wish if you want to call it that

I don't want to ask you guys to send my book to Thomas, that's selfish, but I have no way to get my book to Thomas

Hell, he doesn't even have to read it

I just want him to know it exists, to know the time and effort and thought I've put into it, to know how much he inspired me

I wrote a crappy book and got lucky but that won't last long

How long until everyone forgets me

I just want to have an impact, I don't want to be forgotten

I'm sorry

TRIGGER WARNING :

Logan POV
"Is Wylan feeling better?" Roman asked Virgil, looking into the kitchen were I was working furiously to put Wylan back together.

Roman probably thought he was being quiet enough or that the sound of the tv would drown out his voice. But he is mistaken, I can hear him clearly.

"Yeah, he's getting better," Virgil answered. "It's really hard for him through."

"I feel bad for getting angry at him yesterday," Roman admitted softly.

"Don't blame yourself Ro," Virgil told him gently.

Roman just let out a long sigh and rested his head on Virgil's shoulder. Seeing them cuddling made me think of Patton.

And more so of the ring tucked safely away on my bookshelf. Sitting in my room, just collecting dust because of Corruption.

I want to propose to Patton. But Corruption is getting in the way of that. There's no safe time to ask him on a date to propose, much less have a wedding.

I glanced over to Patton. He was stress baking again. Three batches of chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter.

He looked adorable. His tongue was sticking out slightly, his face scrunched up in concentration. Flour covered his forehead.

"Too tight," Wylan squeaked out, pulling away from where I was fixing his shoulder.

"Apologies," I mumbled, loosening the screw. I brought my thoughts back to fixing Wylan and not on Patton adorably making cookies just on the other side of the counter.

"How much longer?" Wylan asked.

"Well we'd be done if you hadn't tried to take out every piece of metal in your body," I grumbled, easily fixing the wiring in his shoulder.

"Sorry," Wylan whispered.

"Can you move your hand now?" I asked. Wylan raised his human arm easily and flexed his hand. He rolled the metal shoulder easily.

"Feels better," He mumbled, running his fingers over the metal shoulder.

"Other arm?" I asked. Wylan moved his metal arm easily. I nodded in satisfaction.  "Leg?"

Wylan hopped off the table and walked around a bit.  He flexed the leg and leaned on it a bit.

"It's good,"  Wylan told me.  "Is that it?"

"One more thing,"  I told him.  "Emile?"

No response.  I turned back to the table to see that Emile had fallen asleep.  His head was resting on his notepad.