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"Such a small price for a Faustian bargain," the darkness whispered, "are you sure you could keep your promise?"
Logan doesn't get afraid. But Logan is different now. He has been planning out a single life for decades. He has tried on various lives. He has lived in Germany, Italy, Australia, ancient Egypt, and countless others. He has had cancer, been murdered, caught polio, and died of many surgeries and experiments gone wrong. He has had heterochromia, hearing problems, blonde hair, red hair, been a female, married and had children. He has won Nobel prizes, met poets and authors, and worn himself out too many times to count. He has tried to cover a broken mirror with a band-aid and call it new, but it doesn't work anymore. And frankly, he doesn't want it to.
The Second Death. Rumored and theorized about for centuries, and yet no one truly knows what happens when you die, when you cross the threshold into the unknown.
Logan doesn't get afraid. But Logan has changed.
And so here he is, standing on a pedestal, afraid of what lies ahead.
He smirked, drawing attention away from the fear in his eyes, not letting the darkness win this round, and for once, his head was empty, void of thoughts.
"I'll never know until I try."
And so the darkness swallowed him, gently but dizzily, and Logan felt himself shift in dimensions, finally at peace.
He let the past be, and he was not afraid.
He was not afraid of change.
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It has been 3 years. 3 years of waiting, of silently crying, of comforting each other. 3 years without Logan. And still, no one knows how or why, but they have made peace.
Until Remus comes back from a battle with Roman by his side.
Remus, who's had a crush on Logan since the beginning.
Remus, who can't resist the urge to make a butt joke. Who hasn't made one in 3 years.
Remus, who came back with a note in his hands, and tears in his eyes, and he put the note on the fridge with a green L letter magnet and sunk down without a word.
Remus, who hates the new Logic and has threatened Loren thousands of times and tried to hurt him in countless ways.
Remus, who eventually became too tired of waiting to try anymore.
And Roman, the prince, stood by the fridge next to me, reading the note over and over speechless for once in his life.
But you will never know what it said, my friend.
You will never know the deal he made, the things he said, the details the note described.
Because mystery, we've learned, can be a stinging thing.
But if we've had to live with it, so will you.
- V