Logan paced back and forth before falling back onto his bed with a frustrated groan. A strange feeling had been clouding his thoughts and biting at his heart but, he couldn't identify the feeling. Logan had never experienced it before so his solution is to ignore it and block it out until it goes away. However, Roman had the same feeling but he knew what it was, he had felt the same way towards deceit, the very person who he currently hated more than anything.
Logan sat up and sighed, his hand going to the now fading bruise on his neck, it didn't feel like it was healing. It hurt but not as much as the memory of how he got it.
" I did everyone a favor, Logan. No one wants to listen to you talk "
Logan gripped the sheets and blankets on his bed.
" Honestly, I thought you were the smart one "
" Now stay here"
His glasses fogged up and warm, salty, tears pricked his eyes, threatening to roll down his face. His skin felt cold now, his room felt cold, freezing actually. It was like being dunked into a large bucket of ice water, the only warmth being Logan's tears. He blinked back the tears and pulled his blanket, wrapping it wround himself.
" Don't feel, it's fine. . ."
". .I'm fine. . "
Right then, he wished for the strange feeling to come back and warm the room. Logan layed back down, and shut his eyes tightly, cuddling into the soft, dark, almost black, blue blanket.
He whimpered softly, longing for a tight hug. He took a deep breath before he paused " Coffee and carmel..?"
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Morning Coffee | Logince
Fiksi Penggemar!!!Check bio for updates!!! bu·lim·i·a /bo͝oˈlimēə,bo͝oˈlēmēə/ noun an emotional disorder involving distortion of body image and an obsessive desire to lose weight, in which bouts of extreme overeating are followed by depression and self-induced vom...
