^ Chapter Two ^ Patton ^

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Quick warning, Logan is very unsympathetic in this.

Logan is dead silent at breakfast. Admittedly, he's not much of a talker, but usually he at least says something. His silence bugs me and I find it hard to enjoy the food.

After breakfast, Logan pulls me aside. "Patton, may I speak with you outside for a moment?" he asks. I nod. I wonder what he wants to talk about.

Not even five minutes later, we're on the porch. A cold autumn wind whips through the air, sending a chill down my spine.

"So, why did you call me out here?" I ask as I start to untie the sleeves of my hoodie, blushing slightly when I remember that it was a gift from Lo.

"This isn't working."

I stop cold. "C-come again?"

"Patton, we don't work together. Our relationship isn't practical anymore."

"Y-you're joking, right?" I ask, fighting back tears. Logan sighs, visibly irritated.

"Patton, I don't joke about these things." Logan turns on his heel and begins to walk away.

"Wait!" He stops and turns around, a glare pointed directly at me. "C-can I at least know why..?" I fidget with the untied hoodie sleeves.

"Why?" Logan snaps, whirling around and letting me see the pure rage sparking in his eyes. I step back fearfully. "Because you're whiny, that's why! It's like I'm raising a kid, except that kid is my whiny, attention-seeking, bratty little boyfriend!" He spits out the last word in disgust.

"I-I'm sorry!" I say in one last attempt to keep him by my side. "I-I'll change, what do I need to change?! I don't want to lose you!" My desperation is evident in my voice, but I don't care, I can't lose him!

"And that's your whole problem!" Logan yells. "You're so clingy and codependent that you can't understand the truth. Not every relationship works out in the end!" Logan is now standing in the doorframe. "And ours isn't working, either. So, we're over." And with that, he walks inside.

I just stand there. I don't feel anything, I'm just.. numb. No tears come to my eyes. I'm too numb to feel sad.

After what feels like an hour but couldn't have been more than a minute, Virgil peeks his head through the doorway. His eyes say everything I need to know.

Virgil steps forward and opens his arms, and before I know it I'm sobbing into his chest. Virge just holds me and runs his fingers through my hair reassuringly.

It takes me a minute to realize that my cat hoodie is no longer around my shoulders, but I don't care. In fact, I'm actually kind of glad. I just want to forget that we were ever together.

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