Invisible String

Chapter 14 -You got it wrong

I could only nod in response, a knot of discomfort tightening in the pit of my stomach as I busied myself with pouring two cups of coffee. The clatter of ceramic against countertop filled the void left by our awkward exchange, a desperate attempt to fill the silence with anything but the weight of our unspoken words.

As I passed by Logan's side, his hand reached out to grasp my arm, his touch gentle yet laden with unspoken meaning. It was a silent plea for understanding, a wordless acknowledgment of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface of his stoic facade.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he finally addressed the elephant in the room. His hands drops off my arm. I find myself missing his touch.

"For what exactly?" I asked, playing dumb. It was kinda a personal take on revenge, I wanted to hear him say it.

Logan's expression faltered for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion at my seemingly innocent question. It was a calculated move, a way to make him confront the consequences of his actions without giving him the satisfaction of an easy out.

His hesitation spoke volumes, a silent admission of guilt that hung in the air between us like a heavy cloud. For a moment, I held my breath, waiting for his response with a sense of trepidation.

"I'm sorry for... for everything," he began, his voice faltering slightly as he struggled to find the right words. "For not being honest with you, for... trying to solve my problems by going to a bar and getting shitfaced."

"Why did you do it? Was what happened that bad that you couldn't face me?"

"No, I just..." he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words to express himself. But before he could continue, I cut him off, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily.

"You saw me accidentally wearing lingerie," I interjected, my voice tinged with bitterness. "And I kinda feel I have to explain why I was wearing something so revealing."

I paused, taking a moment to gather my thoughts before continuing.

"Veronica brought me a bag full of clothing for me to wear around," I explained, my voice softening slightly as I recalled the events of the previous day. "But I think she thought it was a funny prank to put revealing clothing instead of my regular pajamas. And because I didn't want to keep asking you for more clothes, I just went with it."

"Oh..."

"I wasn't planning on you seeing me wear that, I would never go around the house dressed like that. However, your reaction hurt. The way you looked at me, as if I was this undesirable..."

"No," he interjected firmly, his voice tinged with urgency. "You got it wrong."

The assertion hung in the air between us, a stark contradiction to the narrative I had constructed in my mind. For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected rebuttal.

"No?" I echoed, my voice betraying my confusion. "What exactly did I get wrong?"

As I set down both coffee mugs on the counter, I turned to face Logan, my gaze searching his face for any sign of deception or evasion. But all I found was an unwavering sincerity, a raw honesty that left me reeling.

"I didn't run away because I find you undesirable," he explained, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "Quite the opposite, actually. I had to get out of this house so I wouldn't lose my mind."

The confession hit me like a punch to the gut, the weight of his words settling over me like a heavy blanket. It was a revelation that shook me to my core, challenging the assumptions I had made about his motives and intentions.