My heart feels heavy in my chest, slowly dragging its broken pieces down to rest like a rock at the bottom of my stomach. It's as if it's not meant to be there at all. Thumping away every now and again, leading the blood to my veins and around the rest of my weakened body. Maybe I should just stay here; in my room, on my bed buried in a quilted layer of duvet, which is once again soiled with deep red liquid that continues to dribble from my parted lips. My mind drifts in and out of sleep, eyes drooping to an inch of their life as my head lays lazily on the pillow.

Nothing stops the pain in my lungs. Nothing stops my heart from shattering. Nothing stops the feelings I feel for Logan... Nothing. No matter how hard I try to push the thoughts and feelings away, they come back twice as strong. Then again, repression can be a difficult thing. But that doesn't stop me from trying to force away each and every single emotion connected to Logan.

I've never felt so empty, so lonely in all my life.

I've masked my pain many times before in the past. From Virgil. From Roman. From Thomas. Even from Deceit. But it is the most difficult to hide it away, burying it deep within my soul until it is invisible, from Logan. He has no time for that kind of thing. Emotions. Feelings. Pain. Love... He won't notice if I stop smiling. He won't notice if I start crying. He won't notice if I -

My throat tightens, pressure building up inside of my chest as the urge to cough up a lung takes hold of me, until I can hardly breathe. Water fills my eyes until I can no longer see past a blur of tears. It's as if I am downing in my own ridiculous feelings of fruitless sorrow and melancholy. My heart is like a rock. My lungs are like punctured, half inflated balloons filled with glass.

Cough!

Hack!

Gasp!

I choke back another wet cough, as warm coppery liquid begins oozing from my lips, dribbling down to collect at my chin. By this point the blood doesn't bother me anymore. The stains on my bed sheets are the only flecks of colour on them. If I look at them long enough some even appear to make pictures - the corners of my blood covered lips quirk into a weak smile as I spot a splodge that looks a little like Micky Mouse. Another one resembles a heart... but broken. I sniffle and sit up. My heart is broken too.

Thunk-thunk.

The thwack of my heart against my chest quickens, and I feel my throat tighten. I force down a breath before bracing myself. "W-who is it?" Three words... three words and my tongue feels like sand paper against the roof of my mouth. It burns and it stings. I try my best to perk myself up... if it's Virgil or Roman they'd know something is wrong as soon as I open my mouth again.

"It's Logan."