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I've been lookin' all around
For something to change my mind
Felt like floatin' on the ground
And I wasn't satisfied with what I found
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Logan walked up to the isolate bar, his shoes splashing in the rain. Water fell down in varying sizes of drops on his face, and lazily, he reached up to shield his eyes so he could see better.
It was night outside. Small apartments and buildings were lined up like boxes on each side of the street, all of different colors. Right now he didn't care where he went. He just needed to relieve some stress. Few people were outside; Logan guessed no one really wanted to stand out in heavy rain—he didn't, either.
At last he came across a small box of a bar and decided to take a trip into it. Briskly he opened the door, wanting nothing more than to get out of the bad weather outside. Warmth cascaded like a thick blanket onto him, and at that moment, he briefly wished he could've spent a moment like this with (y/n). Shaking those thoughts out of his mind, he took a lonely seat in front of the small bar. The bartender looked up from the glass he was washing.
"Lookin' for shelter, eh? No one really comes by around here. You must be desperate." The glass clinked as he set it down, onto washing—and then drying—another.
"No," Logan responded, although he knew that answer was a lie. But frankly, he didn't care. "Just had a rough night."
"Rough" was a light way to put it.
The bartender put two palms on the wooden bar, leaning on it, staring directly into Logan's eyes—intensely. "Need a drink?"
The mutant looked up at the other man. "A couple,"
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Could figure out what it's all about
I won't be there to hold you tight
Make a turn on the next runabout
Following the signs inside your mind
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A few heavy drinks later, Logan was ready to black out. Drunkenly he held onto the wiped down counter, making the bartender wonder if he was ready to get back home. The man snapped, trying to get Logan's attention, but instead he slumped onto the counter. The employee sighed.
"Looks like we need to call a taxi,"
Drowsily Logan groaned in response. The bartender walked around the counter, wrapping an arm under Logan's to pull him up. "C'mon," he huffed, "Man, it's Friday. I don't have time for this. Come. On."
The poor mutant seemed to be too much of a challenge to carry, so instead, he ended up getting dragged by his jacket collar to the door—by the worker, no less. He kicked open the door, dragging Logan into the pouring rain. His cellphone was squished between his ear and shoulder. The man talked into it, his voice filled with an unknown sense of anger.
Logan fluttered his eyes open. He was sluggish; he looked up at the bartender and got up, half-heartedly. "'Scuse me," he muttered, and left, just like that—the bartender was watching him the whole way down the sidewalk, fading away into mist.
Although Logan was familiar with this city, he didn't seem to know where he was going. He took random turns, walking to wherever, hoping to get memories and thoughts of off his mind. It wasn't working.
He was about to stop in a tiny coffee shop. There were large windows near the entrance, showing all of the people inside. They all looked at peace with their magazines and cups of coffee—and there were even couples, too, enjoying each other's company. Walking towards the door, he was about to open it when he saw something that completely ruined him.
It was you. But you weren't by yourself, oh no, you were sitting with someone else—and at that moment, that person was the only one Logan really didn't want to see.
That person was Charles Xavier.
He choked up. He wanted to run inside and tear them to shreds, yell at them, fight, do anything, but he stood still outside. No. He would have at least some self control.
You looked happy, anyways. He hoped you were content with your choices, and to be honest, he just wanted the best for you. Your eyes shone in the light, and although today was a particularly stormy one, you seemed as if you were genuinely happy. You reached out, grabbing Charles' hand, laughing at something he couldn't hear.
He turned around and left.
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Come on now, ease the pain
I ain't gonna fall for you again
So why don't you erase my name?
'Cause I won't ever feel the same
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"Logan," you said, your words tender, your voice frail. "I'm—I—I'm sorry."
He stared down at you. You looked so sad; he wanted nothing more than to embrace you. But he didn't, instead he nodded, trying to be as understanding as he possibly could. "What for?"
"I don't like you."
In a matter of seconds he was speechless. He froze in place, staring at you with cold, dead eyes. "I—"
"No, don't say anything, please," you told him. "Listen—I just don't think it'd work out. You've done so much for me, I know. But I can't be with you. It wouldn't end well and we both know it."
He wanted to scream. "Yeah."
"I've found someone better, for me. I'll be happy. Hopefully we can just move on from this mess, okay?"
"Sure."
Logan's words tasted bitter in his mouth. His blood ran cold, and really, he was about to run out the door.
"Thanks for understanding." With that, you grabbed your coat, whispering a "good-bye" under your breath as you left.
The other mutant stood there. He didn't want to move.
But in his mind he reminded himself that not everything had a happy ending—he knew that, by now.
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Strangers stared at Logan as he made his way through the city, soaking wet. Staring at the ground he stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. He was sure he wasn't far away from his destination.
Buildings loomed over him. He tried everything to keep his mind as clear as possible, but when he found himself at a small park, he went against himself.
Briskly, he wiped off some water droplets from his eyes so he could see better. The man found a nearby bench, sitting on it, even though it was covered in water.
This was where you two shared your first moment together. He remembered it as clear as day.
It was a nice, sunny morning. You had asked Logan if he wanted to go outside and share some breakfast, and warily, he obliged.
Like that, just by a small trip together, he had gradually fallen in love with you. He was sure that you liked him too—and so he'd brang you here again, you two swimming in nostalgia as he broke the news to you.
Your face fell right when he said that. Immediately you shut him down, leaving in a hurry.
He was heartbroken. But what could he do about it? You wanted to see someone else, he couldn't blame you—everybody had their different interests.
Those memories came flooding back like a wave.
But he tried his best to remain grateful. After all, you were still here, unlike some of his other friends. And he became happy, just knowing that you were.
The rain poured on.
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Come on now, ease the pain
Things will never be the same
Come on now, ease the pain
I ain't gonna fall for you again
So why don't you erase my name?
'Cause I won't ever feel the same
'Cause I won't ever feel the same
Come on now, ease the pain
I ain't gonna fall for you again
So why don't you erase my name?
'Cause I won't ever feel the same
Come on now, ease the pain