Theobsidianmagpie - The Obsidian Magpie

She realizes that the Logan she hugged back at the School was not her Logan. The real one was here in front of her, in her home. They last time they ever saw each other was the night she left. The last time she heard anything about him was on the news about his death. How she cried through it all as the details of his death poured from the screen.

But now he’s here, in the flesh. Instead of his usual leather jacket she had been so used to seeing. Now it’s reduced to a measly hoodie. She had never died in her life. Sure there were many close calls fueling her adrenaline. She didn’t know what it was like, only imagining how bad it could be to get everything back together.

“Hey,” She whispered at a loss for words as well. She wanted to do so much more than that, to scream. She was already tearing up as she did with the other Logan. So she walked up to him and hugged him. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him into an embrace of reunion, partially overwhelmed at seeing him again in so long and desperately happy to see him.

“Hi,” She repeated again, the emotions lodged in her throat.

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“Huh?” She inquired, her head tilted in confusion. It was usually a lot of things. Things she had to endure alone for a long time now. She was good at hiding when she was alone. Today was just a day where she couldn’t hide it even with a person.

So it took her aback, when he openly offered. Nobody really did that for her. Part of her really wanted to answer, and to have a form of comfort. But at the same time, she wasn’t sure about opening up. 

“I’m not..entirely sure. How could you tell?”

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