I Want You To Be Happier
You knew it was bound to happen, between the stolen glances and subtle smiles; you had been putting it off for months, but you couldn't keep it up. So, to spare yourself an even worse of a heartache you pushed your own happiness aside for his.
"You're breaking up with me? What did I do?"
You could feel the burning liquid in your eyes building. "Nothing. You did nothing wrong."
"Then why?" You could tell he was confused and heartbroken as well.
You sniffled, "Logan, I love you. I always have, for so, so long, but you were never mine to love," you noticed Jean watching you two, he followed your gaze. He understood. "Now," you say wiping your tears, "Go get 'er," you fake a smile.
Logan gently placed his hands on your shoulders, refusing to meet your gaze, knowing that if he did, his tears would spill as well. "What about you?" It was barely a hint of a whisper, if you hadn't been listening, you wouldn't have even known he had spoken.
You raised you hand and placed it on his cheek, taking a second to skim your thumb over his lips. You gave him a lopsided smile - half fake, half real, "Darling, I'm used to this kind of thing. It's fine, I'll be okay, I'll be fine - I always am. I'll deal, I promise, now go. You're true loves waiting."
And so he went; he went to Jean and you were left to deal with it - but what Logan didn't know was your way of dealing was locking yourself in your room to cry with the biggest bottle of whiskey you could find at the liquor store.