“I’m not your father. I’m your friend.”
She can’t stop thinking about those words when she has a moment to herself. In her mind, she has turned the syllables upside down and inside out, but try as she might, she still hasn’t figured out what he meant to say.
Lees verder “Drabble: Friend”Logan’s past is a mystery to him. He’s got a vague feeling that it isn’t pretty, and there are times when he isn’t sure if he wants to know.
Although scarce, he cherishes those moments. He almost feels at peace then, trying to live a simple life, right here, right now. Until the nightmares start again. They brutally rob him of his sanity, spark the craving, the restlessness, and the urge to leave and chase his demons.
Lees verder “Drabble: Dig”People fall in and out of love all the time. She wonders if it goes for friendship too.
Their relationship was founded on a simple, mutual honesty, but somehow, something changed. He still looks out for her, asks if she’s okay, but she now fakes a smile, tells him that – sure, everything’s fine.
Lees verder “Drabble: Lies”He watches as she gulps down the water she brought with her on this hot summer day. Full lips, almost the perfect cradle for the bottle’s mouth, letting one single drop escape to roam free over her pale, poisonous skin.
Lees verder “Drabble: Water”Usually she closes the door behind her when she enters her room. To her, a closed door represents safety. A barrier between her and the world. She can walk around without her gloves. She can be Marie and leave the ghost of Rogue in the hallway, along with the fear for herself.
Lees verder “Drabble: Doors”
Logan & Marie 