Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]Logan intently watched Joy from his sitting position under the tree as she took pictures of sunflowers. She had mentioned that if she survived till Christmas, she wanted the sunflower pictures on holiday postcards. 'It would give some warmth to gloomy, cold days,' she had said. If only she knew that everything would be cold and bleak once she would be gone anyway. Logan didn't say that though, he only smiled.He was still struggling to find ways as to confess his growing love for her. The small coward and wicked part of him wanted to keep it a secret till the end, but the righteous and brave part of him wanted to admit it to her right away. It wouldn't be fair to her if she never knew that he truly loved her. It wouldn't be fair to him if he kept it to himself and never got the chance to love her more.But how could he say that? He couldn't just blurt it out like a fool nor cry out his feelings like a hopeless romantic from the top of a cliff. That wou

Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]Logan shoved his hands deep in his pockets and quietly followed Rosemary to the park. He wasn't wringing his hands, cracking his knuckles or tugging at his sleeves- he wasn't nervous around Rosemary. Mostly because he wasn't in love with her and she was talking incessantly, allowing Logan to think of other things. Other things like Joy."---and the manager finally stopped staring at my ass when I wore this huge, puffy adult diapers and let it peek from my pants," Rosemary finished her sentence. Logan having gathered a few words and understanding the airy tone of her voice simply smiled at her. Rosemary was quirky like that- a good friend and a clever employee. But she wasn't the girl he was in love with. "Oh God Logan, the department store is ever so busy right now with the summer sale going on. Clothes, shoes, puddings, table fans and even falsies got this twenty percent discount and people are going mad! Like really, really mad. There are less people

"Are you kidding me Logan? No, stay right there, don't come any closer to me." Logan halted in his tracks of reaching out for me as I took a cautious step back. "I swear to God, tell me you're joking," I almost begged him to take his words back.I love you Joy.I love you Joy.I love you Joy."I can't Joy, I do love you---""N-No, you don't love me. It's because we are spending a lot of time together, aren't we? Ha! We can fix that. I won't come to the flower shop from tomorrow, alright?" I didn't realize when I started laughing hysterically, but I did. "Alright?!""Joy, calm down," Logan lowered his voice and stretched his hands towards me. I flinched and stumbled back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He threw his arms in the air, surrendering. He continued warily, "We can sit down and talk quietly Joy. I won't come any closer to you, I promise. Please calm down."My initial shock had subsided as sudden anger bubbled inside me. The nerve of him to tell me to calm down! He dropped a massive b

Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]Logan carefully balanced the cake on his hands and lumbered towards the cemetery. The night was eerie and the air cold as the uneven, damp grass got trampled under his heavy feet. It was strange how this particular place had countless stars twinkling above, but the rest of the town had pitch black sky.Logan had gone through more than enough hardships for an eighteen year old boy and sometimes even found himself at the brink of death, so myths like spooky ghosts and bizarre legends didn't scare him anymore. Instead, it gave him a thrill that his buried family might actually be around him or right behind him. He just had to look and imagine things.Kneeling in front of his little brother's headstone, he unboxed the cake. He checked his watch and it was already fifteen minutes past twelve. His brother turned fourteen today- almost a man now. If only he was alive . . . If only.Logan shifted back and sat with his arms wrapped around his legs. He gazed at

Third Person's POV [Logan's POV]Logan got up groggily, an acidic taste lingering in his mouth. His brain felt like it was going to burst into million tiny pieces and his body ached from sleeping in an awkward position the entire night. Why did he drink alcohol anyway? The last thing he wanted was to turn to that poisonous liquid whenever he was in crisis.He stumbled towards the bathroom. Where was he? Never mind. The only thing he wanted was water against his skin. He leaned forward the small sink and twisted the tap handle several times until the water dribbled thinly. He repeatedly washed his face and mouth, the muddled questions in his head increasing with each passing second.He swung open the bathroom door and stepped outside. In the darkness, his feet hit several objects as he cursed under his breath, making his way back to the couch. He found his phone and was blinded by the sudden light when he switched it on. He narrowed his eyes at the screen.What the hell was he doing in