"Erm, so what was that about?" I asked awkwardly, trying my best to not blush and look sincere."I don't know what I'm going to do. My life's done, it's over. Everything till now was pointless," he started mumbling in a shaky voice and tugged at his sleeves uncomfortably. His voice raised tremulously, "I don't know what I'm going to do! I don't know what I'm going to fucking do! It's fucking over!""Hey, hey, hey," I intervened the battle of words and more that he was fighting with himself and grabbed his arm gently. "I'm here for you, you can tell me. I'm here for you, Logan and I'll be listening. You're not alone, tell me, I'll help you."His eyes had turned glassy like he could break any second."Come on Logan, take your time and try to tell me what's the deal. I can help you," I promised earnestly and he shook his head."No, you can't," he contradicted through gritted teeth and gave me an incredulous look. "That man-that man who was here earlier, he's no customer. He's my fucking

The rest of the day moved slowly. Logan stupidly insisted to work in the shop because he wanted to get paid, so grandpa let him for a while before finally kicking him out. Apparently, Logan had two jobs- one was working here in the flower shop and the other had to do something with the advertisement in the night. He wouldn't get paid for eleven days [even though if I would convince my grandpa to pay him-he would, but Logan refused this charity staunchly]."I'll have to use some money from my savings to pay the bills," he said almost ruefully and my heart went out for him. He had so many responsibilities at such a young age. "Anyway, I do have good savings from my earlier jobs and I need that only for a two-year community college before I turn twenty-one and transfer to the university.""Oh, that's great! I'm so happy you got real plans. Will you get some sort of funds when you turn twenty-one?" I asked and he stretched himself on my bean bag. I watched the tension in his long legs eas

Logan and I were sitting on the filthy, unmade bed and I squirmed uncomfortably. The woman's apartment gave me an absurd feeling, something I couldn't describe. It was dark with the slightly tattered, but thick curtains were drawn and it seemed like the place had never been bathed in sunlight. The wooden coffee table in the corner was unclean with crumbs of biscuits, milk stains, empty bottles of beer and an ashtray. The floor and the sheets on the bed itself were sticky, and an unpleasant stench engulfed us. I was going to vomit any second from now.The woman emerged out of the tiny bathroom and strode across the room confidently, her semi-nakedness not bothering her one bit. She was still clad in her nightie with her feminine bits showing, but now she had a flimsy shawl draped over her shoulders. She had sprinkled some water on her face, her mascara running down. She grabbed a scruffy towel and nuzzled her face against it, languidly wiping off her smudged makeup.I glanced at Logan

Three years ago, Logan and my life changed drastically. I was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and his family passed away in a horrifying car accident. He became the only surviving member of his family while I became the dying member. We had been enduring pain since then, fighting battles within ourselves. The conclusion is that we managed to survive for three years. Three entire years.Six days to go and this would all end. Logan would turn eighteen and albeit there would be consequences, at least he wouldn't fall prey to his diabolical uncle. All our plans would come to fruition. Logan and I clawed our way to exist for three years and we had to continue doing it for merely six days. Six more days."See, this is how you solve." My dad showed me the newspaper, snapping me out of my thoughts. We both were sitting on the floor right next to each other. "You jumbled up these numbers.""Oh cool, thanks dad," I mumbled and concentrated on the sudoku puzzle. I never got it right

Third person's POV [Logan]Logan scampered towards the bathroom and his eyes widened at the ghastly sight. Joy was bleeding severely and even coughing up a bit of blood in the sink. She meekly glanced at Logan and held her handkerchief to her nose, trying hard to cover her face. Logan didn't know whether she was pinching her nose to stop the bleeding or trying to cover her face. If it was the latter, it was dumb of her to hide since it was obvious. The handkerchief served no purpose because it was soaked with blood.Joy's knees buckled and her legs seemed to give out. She clinged to the sink, preventing herself from falling. Logan was frozen with shock and as soon as he came back to his senses, he quickly lifted Joy by her arms and placed her on the floor."I-I'm fine," she croaked while trying to dismiss him, but the blood was flowing profusely. It was red everywhere, on her clothes and now on the floor. She was losing a lot of blood and panic swamped Logan as he stupidly rubbed her