I didn't know if Logan's legs would work normally.
But thankfully, I didn't have to worry. He had called me when we woke up, choking on his tears and stammering. I admit, I wasn't much better.
For the rest of that night, his screams haunted me. I was guilty, horribly guilty, I had ignored him. Ignored his begging, I thought he was okay. Now I didn't know if he would be able to fight alongside me anymore.
We had planned to go to the arcade after the fight, we thought everything would be okay. That Ashlyn would he able to find the keys, that Ben would watch her back, that Taylor would stay at the car, that Logan wouldn't almost die.
We couldn't go back on the arcade, we had both already told our parents. And they couldn't know what's going on every night.. No, they couldn't know.
And I had every right to be.
Seeing Logan limo towards me, his face twisted in barely hidden pain, his eyes full of relief at the sight of me. I almost broke down.
But I didn't, because they couldn't know.
"Aiden!" Logan calls, he's grinning now. How could he smile? How could he look so happy knowing I failed him?
"Logan." I say back. Logan looks concerned, expecting me to shout back, to match his energy. I can't find myself to.
Logan wraps himself around me, his head on my shoulder, bending his legs awkwardly. He's barely shorter than me after all. He rests all his weight on me, his legs bending. I want to throw up.
"Are you okay?" I whisper, I had already asked him this morning, he didn't respond.
"No." He whispers back, I blink to empty my eyes.
"I'll make it okay." I promise.
Why did I do that? I can't give him functioning legs again.
"No you can't." He accuses, grasping my arms and leaning away, his weight still on me.
"No I can't." I admit, I sound pathetic. Why am I pathetic? I need to be strong for him.
Logan widens his eyes at my admission. He didn't expect that, I guess.
Logan begins to stumble to the arcade. I follow, that's all I can do right now, thinking of how similar his sadden eyes looked to when he was terrified and freshly broken.
The arcade is loud, deafeningly so. That's whats to be expected on a Saturday in a small town.
I cover my ears, I was never good with loud sounds. I look to my left, Logan looks around in wonder.
"Did I already say that I've never been to an arcade?" He says slowly. I smile at him and nod my head.
He laughs, it may be the most beautiful thing that I've ever heard.
I wonder my eyes over everything, it's bright, and amazing. I adore arcades.
"Where are we going first? I'm not sure whats best." Logan breathes out, he's looking at me with shining eyes. At least they aren't shining with tears.
I grab his arm quickly. "DD-" I cut myself off, he can barely walk, why would he dance?
"Basketball!" I almost shout, desperate to cover up my mistake, he's already fragile, I don't want to ruin him.
Logan nods quickly, "Basketball!" He shouts. He's grinning. I can only pray he stays that way.
I drag him off, letting him rest his weight on me. The basketball machine is empty, I almost want to cry from relief.
Logan doesn't share my sentiment, he frowns, but quickly recovers and rushes towards the game.
I smile at him, watching his legs shake.
"I am exhausted!" I complain, slumped over Logan as he practically inhales his slushy. How does someone drink something so fast?
"I'm not, maybe sleep better?" Logan says, the words are snarky, but Logan sounds concerned.
"Hard to sleep when all I see is you." I mumble, hoping Logan doesn't hear me.
"Aiden.." Logan sighs, he looks sad. I'm the reason he looks sad, God I'm an idiot.
"I'm sorry Lo, I don't know why I brought that up. It was stu-"
"You couldn't have changed anything." Logan looks at me, his slushy abandoned to his side.
"No, I could've. I ignored you and maybe if I pulled the phantom off, then you'd be fine." I rush out.
"No," Logan starts, "I researched. By the time that you killed that phantom, I had already been hurt. Nothing could have changed what happened."
"Thank you, you couldn't stop it. But you still helped me. I wouldn't be okay if I was alone, you were there, and that saved me, I think." Logan sighs, his small, calloused hand on my face.
I lean into him, I'm crying. I'm crying a lot.
"Why aren't you crying?" I whisper.
Logan shrugs, "Don't know, maybe I haven't really realized what happened, or maybe I'm taking it in differently than you are."
I wrap my hand around Logan, my face buried in his sweater. It's soft and bumpy, hand made maybe? I bet it was his grandma.
Logan sighs and leans into me, "It's okay to be scared. I'm scared too."
But I can't be scared; I refuse to be. I'll be strong and fearless, for him.
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