Invisible String

Chapter 9 -I'm so sorry

He's my friend. He's my friend. He's my friend. He's my friend. He's my friend. He's my friend.

"What do you think?" I ask, trying to hide my nervousness as I await his response.

Logan looks at me with a wide smile. "It's amazing, Genesis. Truly. You should cook more often!"

"If Veronica heard you say something like that, she'd kill you with her stare," I confess between laughs. "She says I put too much salt in my food."

"Speaking of Veronica," I start, amid contained laughter, "I hope you don't mind, but she'll be stopping by tomorrow to drop off some of my clothes."

Logan's smile widens, showing his understanding. "Of course I don't mind, Genesis. You're at home here, and you can have whoever you want over."

His response alleviates any concern I may have had, and I thank him with a comforting smile. It's a reminder that I'm in a place where I'm welcome and where I can be myself. We sit in silence for a moment, enjoying the warm atmosphere that has been created between us.

"How are you coping with the lockdown? Are you getting bored?" I inquire.

"Besides going from bed to the bathroom and from the bathroom to bed, I haven't done much," I admit with a sigh, searching for the right words to express my feelings. "Having a broken heart feels a lot like being sick, you know? You have little energy, a closed stomach, and you feel the weight of the world on your body. It's strangely exhausting to just wake up."

I didn't understand why I was showing myself so vulnerable to him, but the words flowed without me being able to stop them. Part of me felt like I couldn't hide anything from him, even if I tried. Maybe it was because he was the only person here with me, or because he had done me a great favor by allowing me to stay in his apartment. It might even be his aura of confidence that pushed me to open up like this.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You've done enough," his concern was sweet. I quickly remember that night at the bar; at that moment, I had completely misjudged Logan. He didn't seem like the type of guy who would break your heart; rather, he was the type who would heal it. But I had already learned that appearances could be deceiving. I shake my head, trying to banish that last thought. Logan wasn't like Noah.

"What do you say we watch a movie tonight? It'll help you distract yourself a bit," he suggests with a hopeful smile.

"You've been out all day; aren't you exhausted?" I question.

"I have enough energy to sit on the couch and watch a movie that doesn't make me think," he replies with a tired grimace.

"Then I don't see why not. It seems like this will help you more than me," I joke lightly, although deep down I knew we both needed that moment of distraction equally.

"Oh, definitely," he replies with my same sarcasm. "Do you know anything about the person who uploaded the videos?"

I can sense some discomfort on his face, and I also realize that he never mentions Noah by name. He always refers to him as "that person" or simply "the person". It strikes me as somewhat comical, yet also intriguing.

"Not much," I respond with a sigh. "I'm afraid to go online and find that everyone hates me. Believe it or not, I have some responsibility in what's happening to me. I should never have accepted his proposal, but I guess I was in love. Or whatever the fuck that was."

"We all make mistakes. You can't blame yourself for being in love. Sometimes, love makes us make decisions that in retrospect seem wrong, but that doesn't mean we're responsible for everything that happens afterwards. Guilt won't get you anywhere."

"I guess I struggle to accept that I can't control everything, even when it comes to my own emotions."

"I understand perfectly. But remember, we can only control our actions and how we react to circumstances. We can't change the past, but we can learn from it and move forward."

"You always seem to say the right words to make me feel better," I smile.

"I've made big mistakes in my life. I don't see myself as a wise person; I just try to analyze everything and learn so I don't make the same mistake again."

I laugh at his confession and shake my head. "I really misjudged you that night in the alley."

"What did you think of me?" he asks curiously, his eyes searching mine.

"You looked like a total bad boy," I reply with nervous laughter, "with the cigarette in your lips, the leather jacket you were wearing, your reserved attitude but with witty responses."

Logan raises an eyebrow with a amused smile, seeming pleased by my description. "So I looked like a total bad boy, huh?" he says with a playful tone, shaking his head in disbelief. "I had no idea my facade was so convincing."

"Well, I guess appearances can be deceiving," I comment with a nervous laugh, trying to hide my blush as I play with the food on my plate.

Logan looks at me with complicity, and I can see the mischievous gleam in his eyes. "But did you enjoy the show?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

"Maybe a little too much..."