Sanders Sides Oneshots

(Logicality) ghosting

⚠ Trigger warning ⚠  character death, angst at first but somewhat of a good ending? I dunno ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ all I know is that you'll probably cry and I'm not in a very good mindset. If you don't like your favorite characters dying you probably shouldn't read this. I am so sorry.

Logan sat motionless on his bed. His legs were drawn close to his chest and his head was down, tears blurred his vision and some fell on the lenses of his glasses. How long had it been?

Days? Weeks?

Months.

Patton had passed away three months ago. Patton.

Logan's precious husband.

Gone.

His heart clenched in pain, his throat tightened, his bottom lip trembled. He turned his gaze to the photo resting on the nightstand, their wedding picture. Patton was so happy then. He was always happy nevertheless. With a trembling hand he took hold of the frame and gazed longingly at Patton's smiling face, he brushed his thumb across the photo and felt a small, sad smile, tug at the corners of his lips. “I wonder if you're smiling now, wherever you are..” He whispered.

His smile dropped. “I should have been there, I should have been there to stop you from dying, but I wasn't, and you....you didn't deserve to die. I'm so sorry...” A sob escaped his lips before he could stop himself, he clapped a hand over his mouth and just sat there. Sobbing.

An accident. That was what they had told him minutes after being told his beloved had passed away. It was only two weeks after their honeymoon and Patton was out shopping. He was helping an old woman cross the street, it was exactly like him to do good deeds, and a drunk driver swerved and hit him. Just like that, he was gone. The woman was unharmed thanks to Patton, he had saved a life by giving his own. But he also took a heart with him.

Logan's happiness, and love was taken, and he was never the same. He became more distant, he ignored his family and friends, he refused to answer the many phone calls. He was numb and empty. Nothing seemed to matter to him anymore.

A chill ran up his spine, as he cried, the hair on the back of his neck stood and he lifted his head. It had gotten cold all of a sudden and a low knocking was heard from the other room, Logan scrambled out of the bed leaving the photo lying face down. “Who's there?” He called out in a trembling voice, he removed his glasses and cleaned them with the hem of his baggy shirt before pushing them back onto the bridge of his nose.

Was someone in his house? Surely it had to have been something else, perhaps there was a raccoon scuttling on his roof, and he knew for sure he had no guest over. It was midnight. Too late for people to come over. He paused, the only sound made was his shaky breathing and small sniffs, and then once again the knocking was heard. Logan jumped at the subtlety of it, his heart hammered against his chest.

He searched around his room and quickly grabbed a tennis racket that was in the closet.

Since when did he play tennis?

He shook his head, now was not the time to be questioning his life choices.

He held the racket over his shoulder looking like a baseball player ready to hit a rushing ball, and cautiously tiptoed out of his room and whipped his head from side to side to make sure there was no one waiting to jump him. When the coast was clear he hurried off to the room where he had heard the knocking and placed his hand over the doorknob, he waited again contemplating on whether the noises were all in his head.

The loud frantic knocking proved him wrong and he once again jumped. He was never this jumpy before. But heartbreak can really take a toll on people. He shut his eyes for a moment and calmed himself. Slowly. He took a deep breath and reopened his eyes and gathered enough courage to open the door and run in. A blast of cold wind immediately hit him and he shivered as it passed right through him, he felt alert and scared.