Her Forever and Always (F.F. Book 2)

38. Chloe

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Logan' POV-

"So...where have you been for the past few years?" is the first thing Kim asks me when we get into her car.

It took us both a minute to calm down from seeing each other again. It took me a minute because I've been dying to see her since the second I woke up and because of how much time had already passed. I've been gone for so long and from what she's been saying...they thought that I was gone.

Like gone.

It took Kim more than just a minute to calm down from seeing me because well...she thought I was gone too. She's been thinking that for the past few years and then now, all of a sudden, here I am. Accidentally running into her at Starbucks, where we first met and all...how ironic is that?

What better way to see her again after so long?

Well.

It probably wasn't ideal...but it is what it is.

Either way...I finally get to be with her again.

"I've been in a coma for a little over 3 years...Maddie and her husband, Ryan, they were there when...you know...when it happened and they came out to rescue me...that's why I was never found. Then...a few months ago, I woke up." I tell her. She only slowly nods as it sinks in.

"So...you've been awake for several weeks then...why didn't you come back sooner?" she asks me. I shake my head as I lean further into the driver's seat.

I know it's technically illegal to drive without a license, but I kind of don't want Kim driving right now. Mainly because she's still trying to process the fact that I'm still alive and not dead like, apparently, everyone has grown to believe over the past few years.

But.

I'm a good driver so we should be fine.

"I wanted to...really badly...but the doctor said that he wasn't about to discharge me knowing that I probably wouldn't be able to walk...and what do you know? I couldn't walk. I didn't have any strength in my arms and legs. I still don't have the strength I used to have...so...he put me into therapy and after several weeks, they finally set me free...and now, here we are...a couple weeks since then..." I tell her as I look over towards her and look into her bright eyes.

"And I tried calling...but it would never go through..." I trail off, letting her know that I really wanted to at least hear from her during the past few months.

She bites her lower lip.

"That's probably my fault. Nick...he practically ruined my phone so I got a new one. I was able to get all my pictures and stuff, but still. So...it's my fault," she mumbles under her breath.

I immediately shake my head and lean over towards her to lean my forehead against hers. Her breath hitches a little at the sudden action and contact, but she doesn't pull away.

"Nothing's your fault...it's mine...if I had just been smarter and ran away from Nick with you when I had the chance...we wouldn't be in this situation. I would've been there...we would've gotten married...I'm sorry," I tell her as I lean back and just stare at my hands in my lap.

I can't look at her now without feeling a huge form of guilt.

I mean, I still feel guilty anyway...but still.

"It's not your fault either..." she whispers out as she sniffles again. I look over towards her and see her on the verge of crying again. Before I can say anything to try to comfort her, she reaches for my hand in my lap and squeezes it, tightly.