A shudder ran through his body, and he wiped the fresh tears from his phone screen, his heart beating painfully with each thought of Adrian, each memory that refused to fade. He wanted nothing more than to bridge the chasm he had created, to be near him again, no matter what it cost.
Logan shoved the phone back into his pocket, his fingers shaking as he did. He couldn’t send the message; he wasn’t able to. The words were trapped in his throat, suffocating him. And what good would it do, anyway? Nothing. He’d missed his chance, hadn’t he? He’d let time slip through his fingers, let the distance grow too wide between them, until all that was left was regret.
The reality of it settled in, a heavy weight in his chest, as if the decision had already been made for him, long before he even realized it. And now, all that remained was this unbearable silence, the endless ache of knowing he could never undo the past, never go back to when Adrian’s heart had still been his.
I draw each breath only to offer it to you,
Be my lifesaver, and I’ll be yours,
We’ll weather the storms that crash on distant shores.
We’ll find safe harbors where the winds are still,
And wait till the waves are gone, till our hearts can heal.
Be my lifesaver, and I’ll be yours,
Together we’ll stand through the tempest’s roar,
We’ll find the shore where the storms can’t find,
I’ll keep you safe, through the tides unwind.
We’ll trace our path from the heart of the deepest blue.
As Logan closed his eyes, Adrian’s words echoed in his mind, sharp and haunting. More tears spilled from his eyes, each one a reminder of the devastation he had caused. The thought of Adrian, sitting somewhere, believing that Logan didn’t love him—that he wouldn’t be his lifesaver—cut through him like a blade. He couldn’t bear the weight of that belief.
But, of course, how could Adrian know the truth? With everything Logan had done—ditching him that day, blocking his number, pushing him away when he needed him most, andmarrying someone elsein front of him. Logan’s heart twisted at the memory, the image of Adrian’s face, betrayed and broken, flashing before him like a constant, living, bleeding wound.
Logan rose to his feet, his body moving on autopilot, numb from the inside out. The walls of his home closed in on him, the weight of it unbearable. He needed to escape—needed to breathe. The thought of staying in that house, surrounded by everything that reminded him of his mistakes, felt like a prison. He needed air. Without thinking, he grabbed his keys and left the house, the air thick with suffocating regret. He strode toward his Mercedes, barely feeling his steps, and slammed the door behind him before driving away.
He wanted to scream. To let everything out in one soul-shaking, throat-tearing cry. But what was the point? Screaming wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t make Adrian hear him. No matter how loud heshouted, the one person he needed to reach was gone. He could yell into the emptiness, and still, Adrian wouldn’t come.
Tears streamed down his face as he drove, each one a silent testament to the loss, to the choice he couldn’t take back. Every few seconds, he had to look away from the road, wiping them away, trying to erase the evidence of his broken heart.
At one red light, Logan couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled out his phone, hands trembling, and clicked play on the video again. He tossed it onto the passenger seat, letting Adrian’s voice fill the car. The melody wrapped around him like a warm, cruel embrace. The song—so painfully beautiful, so filled with sorrow—was a confession, a truth Logan had been too afraid to face until now. Each note was a reminder of what he’d lost. Every word felt like a cut, but he couldn’t stop listening. He let Adrian’s voice wash over him, the most heartbreaking song he had ever heard, the kind that tore apart everything inside him and left him gasping for air.
“When you left, you took the best of me with you,
Was it hard for you to rise and leave?”Adrian’s voice echoed throughout the car, permeating it and bleeding through the fragile fabric of Logan’s being.
Logan’s fist slammed against the steering wheel, the impact reverberating through him like the crash of a wave against jagged rocks. The tide of his frustration, guilt, and regret surged up all at once, an overwhelming swell he could no longer hold back. Each strike against the wheel was like a breaking wave—violent, uncontrollable, and desperate.
His breath hitched as a scream tore from his chest, raw and fractured, echoing through the empty car like a distant storm crashing against the shore. The sound of it was like the roar of the ocean in his ears, but itcouldn’t drown out the silence of his own brokenness. He pounded the wheel with the force of a tidal wave, his body trembling as the weight of his self-loathing pulled him deeper into the undertow. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Goddamit, yes!” he cried out, his voice ragged, barely recognizable, as though it had been pulled from the depths of a storm. “The hardest thing I’ve ever done!”
“I always wonder if you ever think of me,”
“Yes! All the fucking time, Adrian! Of course, I think of you!”
“If you’re broken now, I can’t fix you,
Nothing of my soul survived the final dive.
But if you’re damaged, maybe you need me as much as I need you?
I am fractured, but if you are whole, then I’ll find my peace in your joy,
I believe my fate was to cross paths with you,
