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iMessage | A. Dubs

Logan: Where are you? And don't bullshit me.

#text: avery and logan #c: logan evans

iMessage || Babs

Logan: Hi

#text: barbara and logan #c: logan evans

i will find the strength to un-tape my mouth when i used to be afraid of the words || Barbara and Logan

Two weeks.

That's how much time has passed since he's seen or spoken to his best friend. Even now anxiety attacks his stomach in palpitations- making his body ripe with unease and nervousness. Not in a million years would he have pictured this day coming. He's spent almost an eternity burying his emotions, hiding his love as if it were some shameful secret he needed to cloak in darkness. Fear similar to the one simmering in his gut always a breath away from surfacing, always reminding him of what he could lose...not of what he could gain. But it was different now. Different because he no longer wanted to live in the dream he'd created for both of them. He was finally being honest and truthful with himself. In the past, there hadn't been a moment when Barbara wasn't the first person he thought of, wanted to protect, craved to hold and share all of his secrets with. She'd been everything to him, if only she'd been his reality. If only she'd glimpsed the very beat of his heart. If only.

Logan hoovers at the base of the steps leading to the front door. Right behind that door Barbara is waiting for him. He pictures her with her wide spread of a grin, her eyes bright like that of a midday sun engrossed in her favorite movie. A memory of them lounging around always at the forefront of his brain. She's everything he thought he wanted, and nothing all at once. His Adams apple bobbles in release. He knows what needs to be done. He's pondered for the better part of their time apart and understands he finally has to let her go. Climbing the rest of the steps in an unhurried manner, he uses these seconds to right his thoughts and elevate his thunderous heart.

This. This was the right thing to do. She needed to know his true feelings. Maybe she feels...but he doesn't allow himself to dwell in maybe. There was no maybe and there had never been. It had taken him a long time to come to this realization. A long time of pining and pretending. A long time living in the shadows feigning like she didn't quite literally hang the sun in his sky.

Pushing the key into the keyway, he twists the knob. The sound of the door unlocking roaring and knocking around his ears in finality.

"Barbs?" he calls out, his normally carefree tone replaced with one filled with tension.

This feels like the beginning of the end, he thinks, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

@stoplightsandravens

#para: barbara and logan #c: logan evans

iMessage | N

Logan: Hey Logan: Did you reach home yet?

#text: anais and logan #c: logan evans #[ Event: Boy Toy Auction ]

iMessage || Anais Mikhailov

Logan: I'm in for the night and I decided to watch Star Trek. Superior franchise, I'd say.

#text: anais and logan #c: logan evans

“It wasn’t your fault. I was the one not paying attention.”

#open starter #c: Logan Evans

"Babe!" his keys clattered loudly in the bowl on the front hall table as he shrugged out of his trench coat and hung it on the rack. Outside was beyond intolerable but he was used to the weather by now. However, driving through the snow had never really been his favorite thing. "I hope you're in the mood for lobster bisque," he added, snatching the reusable bag from where he'd placed it a few seconds ago. He wondered through the house, his eyes taking in everything in hopes they'd land on her but she wasn't waiting in the living room or the office adjacent. "I thought something warm would do us some justice on a night like this."