Logan

"Logan, no! "Kira shouted , laughing . "You're tickling me! " "You deserve it for stealing the last piece of pizza. "He replied, grinning from ear to ear. They were both on the mattress on the floor, wrapped in the same blanket, too close... again. You were sitting on the couch in a corner, a half - finished glass of soda in your hands. You didn't say anything. You just glanced at them, swallowing that knot that had become so familiar. You no longer knew if it was anger, sadness , or exhaustion. Maybe all of them together. "Do you want to come? "Logan asked suddenly, without even turning to look at you . "No. I'm fine here. "You answered quietly, though you knew he would n't hear you over all the laughter. Since Kira had come into his life, you had slowly faded away. His voice interrupted the phone calls. Outings centered on their private jokes, walks — they walked ahead, hand in hand, wearing matching clothes, while you followed behind like a guest, not his boyfriend. "She's just my best friend," he would say. Always. As if that explained everything. As if that made it hurt less. But tonight... tonight , in the rain