MY UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT WITH LOGAN

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he light, a little hammering of my head from the drink. I was momentarily bewildered since the room didn't app

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e for a while. My chest ached unusually. What did I anticipate? That he would be here, striking up a conversation, acting as if t

hing had changed persisted. that I h

was sleek and futuristic with clean lines and zero personal warmth or character. There wer

makeshift clothing. I wasn't sure whether my goal was to preserve my dignity or find hi

as I was gathering my belongings off the floor. I was momentarily paralyzed

he said, "Morning," as if this wer

leep and maybe something more. I felt exposed to

showed no signs of emotion, not even a grin, about what had transpi

e another cup was waiting, and

lking out quickly and silently, a total change from the previous evenin

drink, my hands were shaking a little. Although my thoughts were st

ed interested in breaking it. I didn't know whether there was anything at all to say, or even w

ably get going." I put the coffee down and, attempting to b

s he observed me. He added in a calm voice, "You don't

. I pretended to have things to do while dodging

ething in his look that caused me to hesitate this time. It was not remor

et, contemplative voice, "Y

and froze with my shirt half-butt

rkening of his eyes. "The majority of individuals I encounter don't elicit

rent," I added, not quite knowing why I had said it. This was meant to b

oser. "Emma, it doesn't have to be hard. W

ad grown between us, I nodded rapidly. Ok

nger. I wanted to ask him what he meant when he said "the others," but I refrained

y toward the door while attempting to maintain a steady g

mi

racing in my c

care of yourself,

little grin

ranspired began to sink in as I continued down the corridor. Although I wasn't sure whether I regretted it, I h

e crisp morning air. It was useless, however. My intuition told me that Lo

et as I was about to call fo

k at the screen. Loga