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Teen Romance Logicality // Part Two
Part One
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Logan writes letters, for years he writes what he feels and how he felt it so desperately for Patton. He never plans to mail them, but they are hid away in a box for years, spritzed in a deep scent of strawberries.
It takes him a few years to even stop looking at them, nonetheless, writing them. And soon, Patton becomes a lost dream that Logan would do anything to achieve once more.
Love isn't a focus in his life, as he grows, and it never will be. His parents were inexplicably divorced, and the one opportunity he had flew away from him in the quickest of blinks. So, he waved it off.
Years were quick to pass him by, as he focused entirely on the academics. He was supposed to be a doctor, that's what his Mom told him anyway.
"Money," his mother sighed over the stacking up bills, "-forget passion, Logan, you need to pay for things. I want you to be happy, but... we’re struggling and we need it, Lo. That's more important."
And with no doubt, his classes were passing with all 'A's but Logan began to realize their was something he was missing. He felt like he couldn't live so empty for the rest of his life. So, he made an effort to make friends, which originally failed miserably...
Until he met a dramatic, gay disaster of a theater actor: Roman Rose.
The two, although an odd pair, were the best of friends by the end of sophomore year. Possibly because of their dramatic reactions, or just their unique senses for the dramatic flare.
But, it didn’t matter because the two were best friends, and practically inseparable.
And one night, a year of friendship passed, where the stars shined so bright; Roman shared his story to Logan. A tale of sandcastles and playground swings, this time of a boy with the deep scent of lavender and the prettiest eyes Roman had ever seen.
With a mist in his eyes, Roman spoke of his yearn for the boy, even after years of not seeing him. Thing was, Roman didn’t speak of a single thing as it was in the past, Logan noticed quite quickly; Roman was still looking.
Logan had cried that night, a desperate cry that held his heart’s cries so gently, and Roman had held him there, no questions asked.
Because he had forgotten about Patton, the only person he had ever truly felt for and it was... soul crushing.
That night, Logan had carefully pulled a strawberry-scented box off a shelf of nostalgia that had been long forgotten in such a hectic mind. Reading the letters, Roman bubbled with ideas and for the first time in a long time, Logan fell back into the sweet scent of roses.
And if in all of this distraction, one of the letters was shoved into a book bag with hope for a friend; Logan didn’t see it.
~ ~ ~
To be continued...
Teen Romance Logicality // Part Four
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Part One, Two, and Three.
Nostalgia.
That was the first thing Patton felt when his Dad had handed him a letter, drenched in the smell of strawberries with handwriting that he had long forgotten.
It was an odd feeling, knowing a smell so strongly. It was his favorite scent a few years ago, and he was told many times that it felt natural to him. He still wore it a little bit, just on a few spared occasions; because, oddly enough, it hurt to smell it.
Not like in an allergy type of way, but someone attached to such a smell attached itself to him. Like he'd forgotten something so, so important but he was sure he hadn't, right?
He shook it off, trailing into his room with such a curiousity that he was sure you could feel it in the air.
Because not only had it been his nostalgic scent, the handwriting --so neat, and perfect-- had been so... familiar. Yet, not.
Like this was their best, and he had usually seen their worst. Whoever wrote this, really wanted this to be perfect.
So, he'd make sure it would stay that way.
He carefully pulled open the envelope, two pieces of paper and a square picture falling onto his sheets. One was worn, stained with charcoal and eraser markings; the other seemed quick, brisk and quite new with the bright, red words 'Read this first' written fancifully on it's front.
And Patton, although unsure, decided to believe the person; he felt it was the right thing to do anyway.
'Okay, so' it read in delicate red pen, 'my name is Roman, Roman Rose. I'm giving you this letter on behalf of my best friend, Logan; I'm not sure if you remember him. But, he wrote letters to you because he fell in love with you, which may be a bit of a shocker. (The other note in the envelope is one of them.) If you want to see him, there should be a picture from my last birthday with him in there too. You can... keep it, if you want. If you're not interested, just mail me the picture and letter back and we can act like this never happened. I'm getting off track; just read the letter. ~Ro.'
It was fast, a quick wave of thoughts and memories and moments, as his mind settled on the single word: Logan.
It was like he had gotten in a wave; feelings, memories, and soft smiles with a boy in boxy glasses flooded him.
Logan.
Logan.
Logan Reilly, the boy with just enough freckles scattered across his nose and the brain of 100 scholars.
Logan... loved him?
Patton felt like a wave was crashing into him, sure, but he wasn't drowning. It wasn't violent, it wasn't pulling him under, no.
It was surrounding him, whole, and he could breath it, the water filled his lungs and it was so refreshing.
Not only was he unafraid, he was happy enough to stay in the wave. It was so... nice.
Patton was eager to latch onto those past feelings that were creeping just under his skin, as he scattered to the other items tossed hazily on his bed. His hands searched for the small square, and when he found it he let out such a sigh of relief.
The picture was simple, it was a boy in a pair of boxy glasses, a very familiar boy; just this time with sparkling eyes and a sharper jawline. It... had been so long, had it not?
His skin was flushed, a wave of red over the pale tone and... he could still see the freckles.
Logan.
Patton's heart ached, a soft tug that would've ripped him apart if he would've thought about it too much; but he luckily had another letter to read.
He picked up the letter in his open hand, refusing to let go of the picture of such beautiful joy.
He was hit by a few scents; the ever familiar strawberry, a tad of paper, and...
Peppermint.
It was a fresh smell, that Patton had always found comfort in; yet, he was never sure why.
Logan was so collected, such a fresh but subtle smell felt as if it was in his veins. It was so calming, and he had missed it, he had missed Logan.
With a deep wift of subtle peppermint, Patton's mind bubbled up with constellation names and obscure facts about flowers. All things shared in hushed nights under the brightest stars Patton had ever seen, with a heart full of desires and loves.
Too bad, he couldn't notice what was right beside him; a heart full of adoration for him, and a cute boy with boxy glasses with dreams of spreading knowledge to the world.
'Dear Patton,' it started precise, and careful, just as Patton imagined it to be.
'I just started coming back to these letters, after some time. Yet, I realized a little too late a few things, and I believe this is the best way to tell you.
If, by some miracle you've already read the ones before this, you already know. But, I do highly doubt that probability.
I'll start with a story, which you may or may not remember. It was a cloudy night, we could hardly see the stars but we were still out there. And you were talking about what you wanted from a boy, what you needed to truly feel special.
You wanted a bear, flowers, and daily letters. I remember it, so clearly that I might in fact have a photographic memory.
You'll never know this, but I picked daisies for you. Beautiful white daisies, that I kept properly until I could give them to you. I begged my mom for a bear, she got me a bunny with overalls, and I began to write these letters.
It's quite funny. These letters written to talk about my feelings, started because of you.
Everything is because of you.
I'm...
I'm sorry for never telling you. If I had, we might be in a bit of a different situation now; if you felt the same.
But, who knows? Maybe one day you'll see these letters and maybe you'll love me then?
Unrealistic.
- Logan'
Patton was silent, as he stood; opening up his closet which was currently just a dusty memory log.
He carefully stood on his tippy toes, reaching back onto a shelf that held a few things from the years he knew Logan.
In his hands now, was a stuffed bunny with carefully stitched overalls; up until this moment, Patton had believed it was from a boy he adored that broke his heart.
He had found it in his locker on an off day at school with teary eyes and hushed laughter; it was a gift that had brought him through tears. But also, a gift he had desperately tried to throw away after his heart failed once more.
Logan was so much more to him than he had realized, he thought it was so simple and refined but of course, of course he loved Logan.
With peppermint filling his lungs, a picture laying beside it, and a bunny propped up on a bucket of pencils, Patton found a paper and began to write as if his life depended on it.
Because, at this point,
Logan deserved a letter back.
• • •
To be continued...
Teen Romance Logicality // Part Seven
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Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five and Six.
Logan was walking on air, his head so high in the clouds; it was unusual. He felt like he was on a whole new planet, and everything was so much different than before.
Those nights wondering if Patton loved him flew from his brain, because Patton did love him. And he knew that as a fact.
And Logan couldn't argue with facts.
He felt so much lighter, probably more than he should have, but it was nice and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
Patton was such a bright light in his world of darkness, a breath of fresh air in a polluted world. Logan wasn't sure what he'd do without him at this point; but to be fair, his mind didn't want to face that issue unless it had too.
Logan hummed, such a soft tone deeply inside his chest, as he sunk into the covers. Dreams of lost dates and picnics at sunset vividly flashing in his mind with a certain blue-eyed beauty.
It was his mother's call that woke him up from his daydreams, throwing his body up; he rushed down the stairs, absolutely ecstatic at the idea of Patton again.
And when his mother (with a tired smile that didn't quite reach her eyes), handed him two notes instead of one, the biggest grin he'd swore he'd ever had split onto his face. His heart skipped in his chest out of fear or joy, he truly couldn't tell you; as he rushed back up to his room with a polite thank you, of course.
He was quick to open them, pulling up a chair to his desk so fast, he wasn't sure he had blinked within the whole time. Which had to be concerning medically, probably.
'Heyo, Lo-Lo!
I know it's kinda redundant, but I'll start this letter off with the obvious: I love you, bee.
But, I wanted to talk about things; because the key to relationships is communication, right?
Before that actually, are we together? Like long-distance boyfriends? I know it's a little weird to ask these now, but I think we've both been through a lot in love department, and we need to be clear.
Um, the other part. Well, I'm just going to be straight with you (even though I'm gay :P), I want to kiss you, like a lot.
Like I know when we graduate we will be together, but I'm a very touchy person and just honestly wanted to know like where are your boundaries?
Because at my current mindset, the second I see you I'm going to attack you with affection and I just wanted to know if that... was... okay?
Because I want to love you with kisses and cuddles and hugs, and I need to know if you can love like that too.
Er, if you're okay with loving like that too.
Now that that is out of the way, I'm happy to comply to your boundaries bee, we just probably need to talk about them.
Love you to the moon and back.
~ Patton'
Logan felt hot, his cheeks a vivid, burning red and his ears were probably even worse. Imagining a kiss from Patton was enough to make Logan faint, and at the moment he felt like he couldn't breathe.
And on top of that, he had never kissed anyone. What if he messed it up?
He shook off the feeling, carefully taking the smaller note onto his hands with a hint of confusion but a deep sense of joy from it.
'Hey Honeybee,
This is my second letter becauseee I talked to Virgil, my best friend who was off on vacation, about my issue; and my dark, strange son had an idea.
My number should be at the bottom of the letter, and I want you to call it as soon as you get this.
Maybe hearing your voice will help me wait out junior year??? If you're okay with it, that is.
Anyway, just call. We can still send letters if you'd like, I just... might possibly need to hear your voice.
Love you bunches,
Patton <3'
Logan stared at the number, his heart a deep thunder in his chest; as he texted Roman brisk and fast.
And after a few moments, Roman blasted into his room with a supporting grin and motivating words; that spoke to Logan so much his heart was pounding but he typed in the number without hesitation.
• • •
Patton was laughing with Virgil, stories of fantasy animals and alternate universes echoed into the air without hesitation.
It was nice, as Patton's fairy lights twinkled down on their faces; the hushed words and giggles floated there in the clouds of nostalgia looming over the sky.
Just until the consistent chime echoed through his room, the chime of his phone.
Cloudy blue eyes meeting dark brown, a sense of understanding smoothed over their skins; as Patton hopped up with a nervous sidestep.
He knew what it was, the number flashing over his screen; his heart almost stopped in his chest at the idea that it'd be Logan on his phone.
Virgil, antsy, practically bled nervousness, as Patton picked up his phone and answered the call.
It was quiet at first, no voices and Patton almost lost hope; just until russling echoed through the line, someone was nervous.
"Hello?" a clean, crisp voice spoke with a sense of confusion; and Patton nearly fainted with the swell of his heart.
Virgil with eyes wide, watched as Patton opened his mouth; his voice hesistant and almost afraid, but at the same time, welcoming.
• • •
"Hi," a voice, as sweet as honey echoed through the phone, and Logan felt a surge through his skin.
Roman's eyes widened, as he moved his hands frantically; portraying a tone of: "Go on."
Logan, a bit flustered and confused; held it together as much as he could, and continued.
• • •
"Y-You are Patton, correct?" the voice, a little more uncomposed than the first greeting, sent Patton smiling; his stutter was cute.
• • •
"I would hope so, Lo-Lo," he spoke, so kindly that Logan could swear he felt the warmth through the screen.
It sent a flush to his cheeks, and he was pretty sure his heart had skipped a beat.
• • •
"I... I like your voice, it's nice to finally hear it after all these years," he spoke, so genuinely that Patton was sure he was stating the sun would rise again.
• • •
"Your voice is very calm, and really tranquil. I love it... Just like I love you," Patton spoke with such a stable tone, Logan though he was going to faint.
• • •
"I..." his voice began, careful and considering, "I love you too, Patton."
His eyes fluttered shut, as he absorbed the words deeply into his skin; like a flood of cool water on a hot summer's day.
• • •
"I could listen to that all day," his voice unhesitating and sweet, slowly edging into more comfortable than before, giggled.
Logan's heart raced, remembering that giggle from such a long time ago; it was somehow even cuter now.
• • •
"I missed your laugh, it was always so warm and bubbly. I should get you to laugh more often, I like it," his voice hummed with a deep chuckle in his throat, that struck Patton right in the heart strings.
• • •
"I... I missed you, Lo," his voice spoke sincerely, a sense of relief etched deeply in his tone.
And with a pang to the chest, Logan realized how much they missed for those years he didn't send letter; but instead of recognizing it, he just said what he felt.
For the first time, in a long time.
• • •
"I missed you too."
Teen Romance Logicality // Part Three
Part One, Two
@little-anxious-baby you got it! (I was on a roll last night, and decided to finish this part up. You were one of the first reblogs I saw.)
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It takes exactly two weeks for Logan to notice a letter was missing, two weeks of trying to throw Patton into the void. Until, he decided to write again.
He had pulled down the strawberry scented box, a carefully written letter folded into a envelope placed in his off hand. When he decided to get lost in the other letters, absorbing all the lost feelings and raw emotion in each page.
And then, he realized. One was missing, one remnant of a windy, lonely night just a few months after Patton left. The words were right there, pouring into his head, but the letter wasn't anywhere to be found.
The fear, that crept under his skin, biting at his breathing was cold and unforgiving. A fear he hadn't felt in... ages.
Logan felt bitter towards love once more, no matter the feelings or the moments they had. He felt sick thinking about him, sick of being left behind, and sick of placing such a false dream in the way of his success.
Being hurt like this... It wasn't worth it.
So, he tried.
He tried to scrub away the scent of strawberries, the colorful fireworks of July, the creaky swings, and the boy of sunsets and strawberries all together.
He tried to give up on it, lock it away somewhere deep in his brain and never look at him again.
Because it hurt, correction, it still hurt.
But there he was, everyday, scribbling new words onto tear stained pages, doused in the scent of strawberries. The handwriting becoming more frantic and confused, as his mind bubbled with feelings and uncertainties-
The letters became a constant, a heaven when his mother was reprimanding him on a B, a heaven when Logan couldn't return Roman's calls, a heaven when Logan felt like everything was slipping through his fingers again.
It's funny, because Patton was the first one to slip right out of his hands, but now, he was the only thing keeping him stable.
Patton was such a beautiful, flowing waterfall with rocks that shined so brightly, but his current was too fast.
The water was rushing past Logan, and he couldn't find a way to stay afloat, it was drowning him. Drowning him.
But, still Logan wanted to stay; he wanted to be able to take the current at full speed, to see the waterfall at it's greatest point.
He wanted to watch the fishes flow gently beside him, instead of trying so desperately to breathe.
But who was he kidding, Logan couldn't take the current. He was just a weak twig, floating in the river, meant to be stocked away somewhere else; the current was meant to push him elsewhere.
It wasn't realistic for such a twig to push against or even stay still in such a current; yet, here he was, scribbling down his promises to stay in the current, be at it's strongest point and stand with pride, instead of flowing down the river where he should've been.
He claimed he'd do whatever it takes to stand that current, to just be with or even just see such a beautiful sight as the waterfall. Even though he didn't deserve it.
Because, deep down Logan always knew it: what kind of twig deserved had the strength to be anywhere near a waterfall?
It certainly wasn't himself, so broken and weak, he didn't feel like he could carry that weight again. That weight of Patton being with someone better.
Even though, Patton deserved it. Logan... couldn't handle it; he had always, always wanted Patton. Nothing different.
But, Patton hadn't always wanted him. And it was clear that chilly night, when Logan watched him lace hands with someone else.
He flinched at the thought, like he said. It still hurt, and at this rate, he was sure it would always hurt.
So, he locked himself away again; Roman's calls weren't returned, and academics replaced the first priority in his mind.
Afterall, Logan was sure he was going to lose him, just like everyone else. So why not be in control?
Why not leave them first?
• • •
To be continued...
Teen Romance Logicality // Part Five
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Part One, Two, Three, and Four.
It was a quiet day in the Reilly household, doors shut and productivity on the rise. Logan sat in his room, scribbling away on some letters and trying desperately to work on his summer reading as well.
It was difficult, but he could multitask.
It was all nice and peaceful, until Roman came bouncing into his door with a look in his eyes that Logan couldn't quite describe: hope, maybe?
In his hand, stuck forward was an envelope; an envelope smelling deeply of peppermint, and wide, bubbly letters addressed to him.
Logan Reilly.
It took him a minute to process it, to wrap his head around what such words meant or even what the envelope meant. But when he did, Logan froze, eyes wide and heart roaring, Roman had done it.
With a hesistant hand, Logan grasped onto the paper, and he had a quick moment of regret, what if he was just rejecting him? What if he hurt again?
Roman was silent as he did so, like an understood notion that passed in the silence.
"Is this-?"
"It is."
And with the softest exhale of relief, his body softened and suddenly everything didn't seem so cloudy and the bitterness dissipated off his tongue.
He carefully opened the envelope, falling onto his bed with a few airy breaths and a set of sobs on the verge of spilling from his eyes.
It was what he had dreamed of, Patton responding. It was what he had always wanted deep in his chest, despite the reluctance to send them.
And god, it was liberating.
Logan hadn't even opened it yet, and he felt so much lighter than he ever been. He could smell the strawberries, and the grass underneath his fingertips. It was so refreshing, from what he had been drowning in before; all this hatred and resentment for a boy that didn’t even know that he loved him.
With a bit of hesitation, Logan opened the envelope. It was quite full, with an letter, two smaller notes, and a picture that he couldn’t quite see.
He had to be completely careful; if anything happened to any of it, Logan wasn’t sure there would be anything short of tears.
His eyes caught on the brightly-colored names, on the two notes: Roman and Lo-Lo (Hope you don’t mind me bringing this back :P).
He smiled, his heart beating so fast he didn’t think he could handle it; but of course he could, he used to have to handle it, everyday. Under the sunniest skies and the cloudiest nights, Logan had to hold himself back and he didn’t think he’d ever regret it... until, he did.
Roman, seeing his name, climbed onto his bed just beside Logan and snatched it out of his hands with a look of ‘Hurry up, nerd!’ practically radiating from his eyes.
‘Hey!’ Logan chuckled, Patton was still as energetic as he remembered.
‘So, I know it’s been ages and that you didn’t send the letter to me, but I just wanted to tell you that I’m really happy that it got to me. I... I missed you, a lot more than I think I realized. Anyway, there should be a picture of me in there with a very familiar face. In case, you wanna see how I look; because Roman sent something of you... Which by the way, you are quite the cutie ;). Um, anyways, that’s all. OH, and read the letter. ~ Patt <3 <3 <3′
Logan, after promptly shoving Roman teasingly, scrambled for the picture; it was placed neatly in the envelope, just as he left it.
He felt his breath leave his lungs, as his eyes focused on the picture set just in front of his eyes; it was Patton, dressed in a cuddly, beige cardigan and a white sweater. His smile reached his eyes, his curls a bit thicker than he remembered, as he cuddled... a bunny in overalls.
Logan was going to hyperventilate, he swore his lungs weren’t working anymore; if he was cute, Patton had to be angel levels of adorable.
Before he could pass out though, he had a letter to read; a letter he was a little scared to face because what if he was rejecting him, what if it was stupid to even send it to him?
The fears were biting desperately at his heart; yet, he still began unfolding the letter, as if his thoughts weren't founded in any sort of reality.
Maybe, they weren't.
'Dear Logan,' it was straight to the point, unlike Patton, but he was sure he was just mimicking his letter.
'I'm not actually sure how to start this. At first, I thought it would be just the same as always; like in the meadow.
But it isn't.
Not in a bad way, it's just what we had back then was different then what --I hope-- we'll have now. Because back then, I was a stupid preteen that loved love and you, you were the nicest boy I missed.
Ya know, sometimes I think about if I had pursued you from the start. Like if I had kissed you one of those nights under the stars when your eyes were sparkling and you were so... happy. But I think it was kinda pointless, right? Because we were young, we still are, but it's different now.
We're different now.
This feels too serious to be coming out of my hands, but you have tons of letters to wrap up your feelings. And this is my first, soooo. Kinda makes sense when you think about it.
Anyway, we've changed, Logan. We're so much different than before, and everything should be different... Because...
I might kinda, sorta, possibly, maybe... be in love with you.
And I may have been for a while now.
And I was stupid.
And I love you. Did I say that already?
Because I really, really do, love you, Logan Reilly.
And I know Roman may or may not have lied, and the feelings may or may not have faded a long, long time ago because let's face it, I'm a bit... late. :/
Which I'm sorry for, by the way.
But, it's not important to me. Not right now. I just need you to know that the boy in the boxy glasses with the sweetest smile in the w h o l e UNIVERSE --I'm pretty sure-- has had my heart for a while now.
And I'm sorry for not realizing it sooner.
~ Patton'
Teen Romance Logicality // Part Six
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Part One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.
Patton was practically jumping in his place, he was absolutely ecstatic.
Rocking on his heels, he hummed as he carefully danced around his room with familiar soft tune echoing the walls.
Logan's letter was coming today and it took all he had to not jump out the door to his mailbox, or attack the mailman.
That didn't mean he wasn't running back and forth from the door, waiting for a knock or a truck in the window; he was ready.
And if he jumped at the door when a knock echoed through his house, nobody but his Mom expressed concern.
His hand swung open the door as fast as he possibly could, and his heart fluttered at the thought of a new letter.
But, instead of a mailman, stood a familiar face with the deepest purple hair he had ever seen. Patton was possibly happier than before, his smile wide and bright, as he scooped up his friend in the tightest hug possible.
"Woah, Patt, no need t-"
It took him just a few seconds into the hug to start jumping up and down again; Patton was practically going to burst at this point.
"Virgil, you'll never believe what happened while you were off in-"
"-London, Patt."
Patton smiled, guiding his friend to his room carefully with a story of a boy with boxy glasses under the twinkling stars.
It was a soft story with echoes of heartbreak and fates; a few tears over lost boys until he caught on the boy who came back before he even knew himself.
Logan, Logan was so precious in a sea of heartbreak; that tears began to fill his eyes as he remembered such pain and how much Logan was to him.
Because Logan was Logan, and he was Patton. It was a fragile destiny that fell into his lap on an off day when had forgotten about those days with the meadow, and he was so lucky to have such an amazing gift of Logan.
"You love him?"
"Of course, I do."
"How... How do you know? That you love him, I mean."
"Well, to be fair. I didn't know, until he said he loved me. But it wasn't a 'make him happy' thing... It was like, discovering a rainbow in the middle of a sunny day. Making something so beautiful, even more beautiful. Realizing that it didn't even rain but you had a rainbow... it's the greatest."
The boy who smelt like lavender seemed to have a sense of understanding pass through him, as Patton carefully showed him all the letters he had received and how much they had dedicated to each other.
He told a story for each one, with a spark in his eyes that seemed to light up his world. Maybe Logan truly was his world.
Lights faded, as Patton poured out his heart to his friend; memories of flowery mornings and sweet stories barely grasping reality.
He spoke of his dreams of being with Logan, their first date, and wonderous firsts all across the board.
Patton spoke of how much he ached to hold Logan, an intimate issue that Logan hadn't known about yet.
It was a deep ache that rattled through his bones, as his eyes gazed over pictures and words coming from a mouth that he wished he could kiss. He thought about the hands that wrote such gentle words, and just how much he wished to hold them.
He wanted to touch him; run his fingers through his hair, kiss his cheek, dance with him, lean his head on his shoulder, hug him so tight he couldn't breathe, and kiss him senseless.
But he couldn't.
And to Patton, that was almost world-ending.
"What about his voice?"
"Hmm-?"
"Do you think hearing him could help? Like on a call?"
Patton felt a surge to his heart, the idea of hearing Logan sounded... wonderful. He could hear him say "I love you" to him.
He could hear the words: "I love you, Patton." coming from Logan's own mouth.
It would be delightful.
Patton hummed a soft conversation, as he wrote an extra letter to deliver to Logan, hopefully, very soon.
He wasn't sure he could wait too long; he kind of needed Logan's voice at this point. To hold him over, until they graduated and they'd finally be together.
(And if in all this talk of love, Virgil spoke from the depths of his heart about a boy that smelled like cinnamon with the brightest smile in the world, only those two would know.)
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To be continued...