“I always wanted to be him, Kill. More than anything. I thought, even if my life couldn’t be one I chose, it would be something worthy of being proud of.”
He trembles slightly, and I tug him closer. “You should be proud of the man you are. Of your morals, your values. You created those inside you, beyond your father, because even when you believed he may have been a liar, you still did what you knew was right and stayed the course. It’s one of the many things I admire about you.”
Logan smirks, but I can still see the sadness in his eyes. A tear falls, and I rest my hand against his cheek, wiping the tear away with my thumb.
“Hold me,” he pleads.
With my free arm, I tug him against my body. “It’s okay, my little falcon. I’ve got you.”
He nestles his face against my chest as he releases his pain, this spot in my heart blossoming with life. I cherish this place in his heart, that he allows himself to be so free emotionally with me. “You’re not on your own anymore. Your pain, your responsibilities, your duties…they’re all mine too. You never have to carry these alone again. Not as long as I’m here.”
Logan takes a deep breath, as though truly appreciating the resonance of what I’m saying before he pulls away, looking into my eyes.
“I love you, Log.”
A gentle smile tugs at his lips. “I love you, Kill.”
I kiss his forehead tenderly. “Now come on, little falcon, we have work to do. I need to get you home where you belong.”
Where he’s always belonged.
With me.
THE END
