Ch. 39 I Guess I'll See You Never.

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~ Ayla's P.O.V ~

I woke up.

My eyes opened.

My eyes looked around the room, where was I?

And I was half naked?

I realized, I was at Logan's.

I jumped out of bed,

Ran to the kitchen

I saw Logan, making breakfast.

I jumped on his back behind him,

Tackled him to the ground hitting his head.

I sat on his stomach while his back was on the ground.

"What the hell Logan! What did you do to me!"

He blinked.

"You mean what did you do."

I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

He stood up,

And began to make breakfast again.

I stood in front of him.


He looked at me and sighed.

"Look Ayla."

"Sit on the couch."

I sat there.

He came a few seconds later.

He sat on the other side of me.

"I think this is it."

My heart shattered into a million pieces.

Those five words.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed.

"I don't want to be friends anymore."

He gulped.

I showed I didn't care, but inside me I was crying my heart out.


He looked down.

"I think you should leave."

I looked at him.


He still didn't look at me.

"I think you should go back to you're apartment to see Mackinzie."

I stood up.

"Okay, see ya.. Later."

I walked out of the door, slamming it quietly.

I put my back on his door,

Slid down,

And broke down in tears.

~ Logan's P.O.V ~

When she walked out that door I was thinking of two things.

One, leave. I don't want to see you anymore.

Two, don't leave me. I need you.

It was for the best.

I stood up,

Walked over to my breakfast,

And starting cooking again.

While cooking a few tears streamed down my face.

"I love you Ayla."

Our memories replay in my mind.

After breakfast.

I went in my room,

Went in my closet,

And pulled out some pictures.

I picked up a picture.

It was of Ayla and I.

It was our first date.

I picked up another.

It was of Ayla and I at the beach.

I picked another.

It was of our first kiss.

I looked through a photo album of our relationship.

I put the book away.

I walked away from my closet, something fell.

I walked back to the closet, I picked up the picture.

The picture was of Ayla.

I smiled.

Tears filled my eyes.

"I love her."

I held the picture of her to my chest.

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