Invisible String

Chapter 14 -You got it wrong

"You... you had to get out?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggled to comprehend the implications of his words.

Logan nodded, his expression earnest as he met my gaze with unwavering intensity.

"Yeah," he confirmed, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and longing. "I couldn't stand being cooped up in here, surrounded by all these reminders of what I couldn't have. It was driving me crazy."

"That you couldn't have?" I repeated, my words tinged with disbelief. 

I knew I was repeating his words a lot. But for a moment, I struggled to process the implications of his confession. 

My god, he could really have me whenever he wanted. I was all for it. I just never thought he was into me.

"I just think that because of the nature of the situation here, it would be better if we didn't hook up or anything," he explained, his tone measured and deliberate. "I mean, you're here because you're hiding away from the world, from the media, from everything that's happening in your life right now. These are things that need time to be processed. My apartment is a safe space for you right now, and I don't want to ruin it, make it uncomfortable."

"Oh..." I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggled to process the weight of his words. It was a delicate balance we were attempting to strike, a delicate dance between desire and restraint in the face of overwhelming circumstances.

"I don't want you to misunderstand this," Logan continued, his voice tinged with regret. "I want you. I really do. But I'm not what you need right now."

"Well... I did not expected that at all."

"I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."

Did it? Did it made me uncomfortable?

It was a question I found myself grappling with as I sifted through the jumble of thoughts and emotions that churned within me. On the surface, there was a sense of confusion, a lingering uncertainty about what his revelation meant for our relationship.

But beneath the confusion, there was something else, something deeper and more profound. It was a realization that struck me with startling clarity, a recognition of the patterns that had shaped my romantic aspirations in the past.

So I had this thing where every time I would like a guy, I would have these fantasies in my head of how my life would be next to that person...

For as long as I could remember, I had harbored these elaborate fantasies of what my life would be like with each new crush that captured my heart. I would imagine whole relationships that never happened.

But as I stood there in the kitchen, faced with Logan's unexpected confession, I realized that those fantasies were just that—fantasies.

And now, faced with the harsh truth of Logan's words, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was time to let go of those fantasies once and for all. Maybe it was time to embrace the uncertainty of the present moment and allow our relationship to unfold organically, without the constraints of my preconceived notions of what it should be.

Despite the sting of rejection, a part of me recognized the wisdom in Logan's words. Trust was something I still struggled with, especially after Noah's betrayal. The wounds from that ordeal ran deep, leaving behind scars that served as constant reminders of the pain I had endured at the hands of someone I had once loved and trusted.

And even though I trusted Logan more and more each day, I couldn't shake the lingering fear of getting hurt all over again.

It was a delicate dance, this balancing act between vulnerability and self-preservation. On one hand, I longed to trust Logan completely, to let down my guard and allow myself to be vulnerable with him. But on the other hand, the fear of being hurt again loomed large.